Apologies
The one supportint her…
It turned out that in this world, there truly existed irrational favoritism, where someone would tolerate your indifference and accept you as you are.
Cynthia Shannon's heart felt as if it had been struck heavily, followed by a warm current slowly seeping in through the cracks, like gentle and warm vines enveloping her heart, warming her entire being.
Right now, she really wanted to rush up and tightly embrace him, saying, “Thank you, Tristan.”
Thank you for appearing when I was in a sorry state, bringing me a hint of warmth.
Thank you for being willing to stand behind me, and choosing me without any reason.
Although Old Mr. Louise didn't know Tristan's identity, he sensed an undeniable aura emanating from him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shifting between Tristan and Cynthia, then he let out a deep sigh and coldly said,