Pursuing Her

Chapter 626

“Please. Willow is still a child, and her life has just begun. If she is arrested now, her life will be ruined.”

The chief paused in his tracks and asked, “Are you Sophie's mother?”

Despite not knowing why he asked about that, Charmaine nodded.

“Yes. I'm her mother.”

Would it be better to say so? It's the truth anyway.

“You should think of a way to make amends when you have a daughter like Sophie. I guess you've done many good deeds in your past life to have such a kind daughter who managed to win Mr. Tristan's affection.”

I'm so envious of her.

Charmaine was rendered speechless.

As the chief had something else to tend to, he couldn't waste more time with her and left immediately.

Standing still in bafflement, Charmaine didn't know what else she could do. There was no one she could talk to about the matter now.

Then, the chief immediately asked someone to send Willow to a psychiatric nursing home.

At the sight of the police officers, Willow thought they would release her.

“Can I go now?” asked Willow cheerfully. That's it. I've had enough of it after being kept here for days. I'll never return to this place again. After I get out of here, I will teach Sophie a lesson. Da*n you, Sophie! How dare you set me up. I won't let you off easily.

“Let you go? Do you think you can still do that after offending Mr. Tristan? Well, you could say that too because staying in a psychiatric nursing home is better than being here.”

The psychiatric nursing home he meant was the most expensive one in Jipsdale.

Willow was stunned.

What are they talking about? I don't understand at all. Aren't they here to release me? Why are they suddenly talking about a psychiatric nursing home?

“Who says I'm going to a psychiatric nursing home? I'm not going. What are you doing? I'm telling you. I don't want to go to a psychiatric nursing home!”

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“You are not the one making decisions now.”

Things have turned out like this. Does she think she still gets to choose now?

Willow held tightly onto the door and refused to leave. She would rather stay here than go to a psychiatric nursing home.

However, as the police officers were strong, they broke her grip directly and dragged her along the ground and out of the station.

“Ah! What are you trying to do? Let go of me! What are you doing? Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this!”

She struggled and threw a fit, but to no avail.

In the end, she was forced into the car and sent to the psychiatric nursing home. Throughout the journey, despair inundated Willow.

How could Sophie be so cruel? I can't believe such a wicked woman exists in this world. She will definitely get what she deserves! She has done so many bad things. I'm sure she'll reap what she has sowed.

It was the same psychiatric nursing home Felix had sent her to back then. When she reached the entrance, a look of fear was written on her face.

She swore she would never return when she left the place back then. However, she didn't expect she would be sent here again.

At that moment, she fell into utter despair.

“Please take me back to the station! I would rather go to jail than stay here. Please, I beg you!”

Willow appeared very pathetic, like a mad person.

“Mr. Tristan has asked you guys to take good care of her.” It was unlikely for one to disobey Tristan's orders.

“Yes. We've received the call.”

Then, Willow was given a sedative and carried into the nursing home.

At that moment, Willow could only lie there quietly as no one would respect her choice and know whether she was alive.

In short, not many in this world would remember her existence.

Meanwhile, Sophie accompanied Tristan and arrived at Lombard Group. She daydreamed while looking out the window at her seat while he had gone to deal with something.

Right then, she thought of Josiah.

She was willing to tolerate all this while for his sake.

No matter what Willow had done, she would pretend nothing had happened and forgive her again and again. She would teach Willow a lesson, but never to the extent of wanting to end her.

However, she couldn't hold back anymore this time.

“Grandpa, I bet you will be so disappointed seeing me do such a thing,” muttered Sophie to herself.

Josiah adored Sophie and always hoped his family could live happily.

It didn't matter to him whether they loved one another. The least he asked for was that they could live in harmony.

However, Sophie realized she had not done anything he asked for until now.

I wonder if Grandpa would be very disappointed with me.

After Tristan returned, the sight of Sophie daydreaming broke his heart.

He walked up to her, hugged her gently, and let her lean on his shoulders.

“What are you thinking about?”

As she leaned on his shoulder in his embrace, the corner of her lips curved into a grin.

“Tristan, I'm glad to have you with me. I guess all my luck has brought me to meet you and Grandpa. That is why the rest are so wicked.”

“Do you miss Old Mr. Tanner? If so, why don't I go with you to visit his grave? It has been long since we last went.”

“Sure, we'll go tomorrow. It's late now.” As many things had happened lately, she felt the urge to tell Josiah about them.

“All right. We'll go tomorrow. Don't think about anything anymore, and have a good sleep back home.”

“Okay. I was not anyway.”

Tristan's heart ached.

However, what he could only do now was to stay by her side.

The next morning, Tristan bought breakfast and ate with her before they drove to buy some flowers and headed to the graveyard.

When they arrived at the graveyard, Sophie placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

As she stood there, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

All the words she wanted to say died in her throat at that moment.

“I miss you, Grandpa. I've been busy lately and didn't have time to visit you. You don't blame me, right? I'm doing good now, so you don't have to worry about me, and take good care of yourself too.”

As Sophie spoke, she could not bring herself to say more. Her throat felt dry, and her eyes teared up.

Sophie was not a sentimental person, but she couldn't help but show her weakness whenever she was with Josiah.

Tristan's heart ached as he watched her.

“Don't worry, Old Mr. Tanner. I'll take good care of her.” Tristan wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

As it was November, a strong breeze blew, and the weather in Jipsdale was turning colder.

“Come on, let's go back now. I bet Old Mr. Tanner knows well what you wanted to say. He knows you best, after all.” He thought she didn't have to say anything in the first place.