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Chapter 8

However, Tristan refused to stop. Still kneeling on the floor, he put his arms around my waist and continued to express his regrets.

"I know I was wrong for what I did, Claudia! Don't leave me. Don't go!"

I could feel the scorching heat of his tears as they fell onto my arm, but they didn't move me at all.

I turned to Mrs. Scott and said, "I'll do as I promised, but kindly keep your son in check, Mrs. Scott."

Mrs. Scott eyed Tristan in helplessness and exasperation. Soon, her bodyguards dragged him off.

The haughty Tristan, who always carried himself in a calm and composed manner, was now acting like a petulant child. Out in the hallway, he rolled around and threw a tantrum, calling my name repeatedly.

"Claudia! I know I made a mistake! Please, Claudia!"

Mortified by his display, I tried to block out his cries by hiding under the blanket.

I didn't know when Tristan had been taken away, but throughout the next few days, he never showed up again.

It was a bright, sunny day wh
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