Hearing this, Irene's heart tightened. She held the phone anxiously and shouted to the other end. "Tristan, stop! I... I'll be right back!"
Tristan smirked and said, "This is my good sister. See you later." Then, he hung up.
Irene dropped the phone, grabbed the car key in a hurry, and drove back to the Jones house.
She knew Tristan's ruthlessness. If she did not do what he said. He would probably do something even more terrifying to Sofia. Even though Sofia had not treated her like a daughter for so many years, she still could not ignore her.
Irene stepped on the accelerator all the way home and was led to the second floor. As soon as she entered, her legs went soft and she was pressed on the floor, unable to struggle.
A pair of well-made leather shoes came into her sight . It was Tri
