I Would Like to Ask You...

Lorraine sighed softly, her tone earnest, "Tristan, why don't you try to persuade Miss Shannon properly? At this point, it's better not to be too stubborn."

"In times like these, our goal should be to seek forgiveness from the other party's family. No matter what demands they make, it's best to agree. Do you really intend to watch Miss Shannon, so young, be imprisoned for intentional injury? Such a disgraceful matter will stain her whole life, and it won't wash away easily," she advised with concern.

At her words, Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint curve appearing on his thin lips, hinting at a chilling determination. "Is that so?"

Seeing his indifferent expression actually made Lorraine furrow her brows involuntarily.

She had thought that Tristan's hurried return indicated Cynthia's importance to him. But his current attitude made her doubt whether she had misjudged.

But if he truly didn't care, why bother rushing back?

Wasn't this contradictory?