บท 682: The Ford Family Is No Safe Haven

Tristan casually picked up an apple from the fruit platter and took a bite. It was just the right balance of sweet and tart. He then handed it to Cynthia, his dark eyes locking onto hers, filled with a soft, gentle light. "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Cynthia took the fruit platter from him, placing her cup down. "I saw a few familiar faces when I came in just now."

If she wasn't mistaken, those people had been at Santal Palace before.

"You're right, it's them," Tristan said, his lips curling into a faint smile, his gaze softening with tenderness.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow slightly. "Looks like I've been holding you back."

In the past, Tristan had always been accompanied by Carl. Now, with Bryce as an additional member, and Miley acting as her personal bodyguard, he had brought back everyone who had been stationed at Santal Palace. He had done everything he could.