mtl008 Chapter 309: Quarreling at the Old Residence
Chapter 309: Quarreling at the Old Residence
"Mom, aren’t you going up to take a look?" Fiona Rowe turned her small face, asking the person beside her, Jessica Young.
Jessica Young slowly loosened her tightly clenched teeth: "...I can’t get involved in this matter."
She instructed with a warning: "You should also mind your own business; this is very complicated. Only the old lady can resolve it, do you understand?"
Of course, the others nodded.
Tristan Rowe quickly went upstairs.
He thought for a long time and decided to leave a few bodyguards outside while he knocked on the door himself.
This door is quite exquisite; it was passed down by the Rowe Family and is supposedly a valuable antique.
Aunt Holly opened the door with a polite smile on her lips, neither too intimate nor distant: "You’re here? The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
Tristan Rowe nodded slightly and walked inside with Aunt Holly.
After bringing him in, Aunt Holly retreated.
Yolanda Sawyer was sitting on the recliner by the antique bed, hunched over, her cloudy eyes turned somewhat clear when she saw the visitor.
She smiled gently and said, "You’re here?"
Tristan Rowe was wearing a thin trench coat outside, and the black color always gave an image of sternness, hard to approach.
"Is there something you need from me?"
Yolanda Sawyer smiled: "I heard you reunited with your daughter at the banquet not long ago; that’s really good news. Now, I’m no longer afraid of you having no one to look after you in the future. At least you have a daughter by your side."
Tristan Rowe knew instantly that the Rowe Family hadn’t told Yolanda Sawyer the actual situation.
He increasingly anticipated Yolanda Sawyer’s reaction after knowing everything.
"Didn’t you say you’d bring her here for me to see? Is she unwilling to come?"
"She’s a bit shy around strangers." Tristan Rowe smiled, but there was no warmth in it, even a hint of chill: "Though I didn’t bring her, I have her photo here for you to see."
Tristan Rowe took out his phone, found a picture, and placed it in front of Yolanda Sawyer.
"Look, how’s my daughter? Doesn’t she look obedient?"
With a malicious intent, he watched as the smile on Yolanda Sawyer’s face became frozen inch by inch, until a look of disbelief emerged, unable to even smile: "This... this... isn’t this Kiki Monroe? I remember she’s from the Monroe Family..."
She aged, yet her mind was quick, always finding connections from a few things.
Monroe Family... Kiki Monroe was raised by the Monroe Family...
Tristan Rowe seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.
"Doesn’t she look familiar?" Pretending his hand slipped, he switched to another photo, an old one.
Yolanda Sawyer’s breathing became rapid, her complexion far from good: "This Kiki Monroe..."
She closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, there was that face, resembling a nightmare.
Due to the deep impression, Yolanda Sawyer still remembered that woman’s appearance to this day, hard to forget.
Back then, a shudder ran through her heart when she first saw Kiki Monroe, but after all, Kiki Monroe was that woman’s niece, and having some resemblance was quite normal. Yolanda Sawyer never thought along those lines.
Now hearing Tristan Rowe say this, how could Yolanda Sawyer not understand...
Yolanda Sawyer clutched her chest and took a few big breaths. Her voice was hoarse and complex: "I didn’t expect you to have another daughter... I, I’m genuinely happy for you."
But Tristan Rowe burst into laughter, later pointing coldly at Yolanda Sawyer: "Genuine? What’s the point of saying these things? What are you pretending for?! Do you really think acting like a saint in front of the younger generations by donating here and there makes you a great philanthropist?!"
Yolanda Sawyer’s face whitened a bit: "...How can you think this way of me?"
"There’s no one else here now, and I don’t want to argue with you." Tristan Rowe’s smile faded, his gaze colder: "Don’t tell me you don’t know. I just want to ask you, where is Joy Monroe?"
"Wasn’t she said to have married abroad? Why can’t we find her anywhere? Why?!"
His gaze couldn’t hide his fury, increasingly resembling a lone wolf disregarding consequences.
Yolanda Sawyer steadied herself, organized her words: "I truly don’t know where she is. You know the old Monroe Lord was very capable; who can know the secrets he wanted to hide?"
She turned awkwardly away: "Tristan, this happened so many years ago. Is it worth you spending so long abroad? She might have a happy family with children now; have you thought about these things?"
"No one can live in the past always; you shouldn’t be held back by those old matters. Listen to me, look ahead, stop dwelling on the past."
"Nonsense! You talk big words all the time, as if you’ve done all the good deeds in the world!"
Such crude words left the listeners astonished that they came from a gentleman known for poise and charm.
Tristan Rowe wasn’t a gentle youth in his younger years; he drank various strong liquors, cursed all kinds of foul words, mingled with punks in every dark alley, living a life of chaos.
Years in the elite business circle smoothed almost all his edges; he enjoyed the flattery while holding champagne, completely morphing into the so-called "successful individual." Yet, this time he exposed his true nature, showing that scoundrel vibe again.
Yolanda Sawyer tightly pressed her lips, avoiding looking at Tristan Rowe as if escaping; this time, she had nothing to say.
But Tristan Rowe wouldn’t let go. He teased: "Why don’t you get mad? You tolerate me this much, thinking I can’t see through your guilt? Why are you guilty, tell me? Did you tear two people apart?"
He slowly shook his head: "No, not quite..."
Suddenly bending down, he gripped Yolanda Sawyer’s shoulders: "Tell me, what happened to Joy Monroe? What happened to her?!"
"Speak! Speak!!"
Tristan Rowe exerted great strength, causing Yolanda Sawyer to scream sharply, calling for Aunt Holly to come in.
At the sound of the call, Aunt Holly immediately pushed the door open with a worried expression.
As she entered, she saw Tristan Rowe standing with a gloomy face, while Yolanda Sawyer seemed to struggle to breathe as she slumped in the wicker chair.
Aunt Holly hurried over, fed Yolanda Sawyer two pills. Seeing Yolanda Sawyer calm down, she quickly contacted Dr. Yane.
Tristan Rowe suddenly turned around, leaving behind a cold remark:
"This matter is never over."
Aunt Holly probably guessed what was happening, watching Yolanda Sawyer with worried eyes.
Yolanda Sawyer pressed her chest, struggling to raise her head, fixedly staring at Tristan Rowe’s figure.
Her breathing rapidly accelerated, and she lost consciousness.
"Old Madam!"
*
Upon waking up, Maya Monroe realized that the old lady’s health had turned poor, Ian Rowe had rushed back, leaving only a few messages for her.
Maya Monroe went to Monica Jacobs’ room, feeling relieved only after seeing her mental state restored to normal.
Monica Jacobs smiled and waved: "Maya, come over."