「Back at the Sumrs’ ho.」
Mika Sumrs told her parents their wedding would be delayed because Tristan had suddenly fallen ill.
Her parents weren’t too suspicious. After all, the two were already legally married and she was pregnant, so the wedding was bound to happen sooner or later.
She returned to her room, packed up the luggage her brother had previously sent over, and left the Sumrs’ ho.
’As for where she would go now, she truly had no idea...’
Jasmine Warren got out of the car and put Mika’s luggage in the trunk. "Stay at my place for a few days first, then we’ll find you an apartnt."
"Okay. Thank you, Jasmine."
Jasmine Warren smiled wryly and ruffled Mika’s hair. "Silly, what’s there to thank for? If I were in trouble, you’d definitely help too, wouldn’t you?"
"Yes, you’re right. Jasmine, if you ever need anything, as long as I can help, I promise I will."
"Heh, I was just kidding, but you’re taking it so seriously."
Mika Sumrs never would have imagined that a single promise to Jasmine would one day lead her to single-handedly destroy both the Sumrs and the Grayson families...
Of course, that was all a story for another day. She didn’t know it now. Besides, even if she had known, perhaps—perhaps she still would have sought Jasmine’s help, and when the ti ca, she would have helped Jasmine without a mont’s hesitation...
About an hour after that woman left, Tristan Grayson finally tossed the abortion certificate he was holding onto the table.
He called Henry Archer and ordered him to investigate whether that woman had actually gone to Anhurst Hospital for an abortion that morning. If she had, he was to find out who perford it. ’I’ll make them pay...’
Anhurst Hospital was a private hospital under the Avery Group, which was why he’d had such a complicated look on his face when he first saw the abortion certificate.
’Aiden Avery likes that woman, so it’s entirely possible he helped her get a fake certificate.’
「Half an hour later, at Vespera Bar.」
He didn’t go to the hospital to be with Maggie Monroe. He was in no mood to see her. Instead, he went to the VIP suite where he and his friends always hung out.
The mont he pushed open the door, Tristan Grayson saw Cassian Jennings dancing wildly with his arms around two won. His brow furrowed in annoyance, but when his gaze inadvertently fell upon Gia Miller sitting on the sofa, his eyes instantly turned several degrees colder.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw Tristan Grayson walk in.
Cassian Jennings pushed the two won off him, his lips curling into a sarcastic, roguish grin. "Tristan, what brings you here?"
"Cut the crap and have a drink with ," Tristan Grayson said coldly, glancing at the bottles on the table.
Cassian Jennings could tell sothing was off with Tristan. He turned to the others and said, "Why don’t you all go have fun sowhere else."
Seeing that they were all about to leave, Tristan Grayson waved a hand. "No need to leave. All of you, just keep doing what you were doing."
"—" Everyone was rather afraid of Young Master Grayson, so even though he’d told them to stay, none of them dared to.
Cassian Jennings, of course, knew what they were thinking. He smiled at the group. "Since Young Master Grayson has given the word, you should all just have fun however you see fit."
"Yes, of course."
"Co on, everyone, let’s get back to it!"
...
Before long, the lively atmosphere returned to the VIP suite.
Tristan Grayson’s lips curled into a disdainful smile as he strode directly to the sofa and sat down.
Sitting about two ters to his left was Gia Miller.
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