Chapter 666

Tristan and Felix waited until the five girls go through security before they turned to leave.

“Let’s head to the psychiatric nursing home!” Tristan told Felix.

He wanted to find out how Willow made her escape.

“Huh? Why do you want to go to the psychiatric nursing home?” Felix was confused as he wasn’t

informed.

“Willow has escaped!”

Felix gaped in disbelief. “Are you sure? How is that possible?”

It was natural for him to react this way, for the psychiatric nursing home was heavily guarded by

security guards.

It didn’t seem possible for Willow to escape that place.

“The psychiatric nursing home called to inform me of her disappearance. I need to head there

personally to find out what happened to her,” Tristan revealed.

He would not allow Willow to go free as he knew that she harbored intense animosity towards Sophie

and would do her utmost to cause Sophie harm when given the opportunity.

They both made the journey to the psychiatric nursing home, where the director, Oliver Arfield, was

shocked to see Tristan in the flesh. His face instantly blanched, as if a wave of dread had suddenly

overcome him.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Tristan. We had no idea this would happen. This is a first in our psychiatric nursing

home,” he apologized profusely.

The patients who had been sent here would never be allowed to leave without their approval, so he

couldn’t believe something this ridiculous would happen.

“That’s enough. Get me the surveillance footage and make sure to get her back,” Tristan ordered in a

cold tone.

It was too late to apologize now.

“I’ve looked through the surveillance footage, but there was nothing suspicious. It seemed that she

suddenly disappeared without a trace,” Oliver explained helplessly.

If possible, they wanted to find Willow without alerting anyone. That way, they could pretend that Willow

had not gone missing in the first place.

In the end, they had to inform Tristan as they were rendered helpless.

“Felix, go check it out!”

“Got it!”

Felix knew this matter was important to Tristan, so he immediately left to check the surveillance

footage.

Alas, as Oliver had asserted, there were no clues. It seemed that Willow had disappeared into thin air.

Oliver stayed with Tristan silently as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Felix came back and shook his head.

“Let’s go!”

“Mr. Tristan, our psychiatric nursing home…”

Oliver was worried as they were about to depart without saying anything else.

“It’s time for you to make some changes here. If you can’t even handle this, why should this place

exist?”

Oliver gaped in disbelief.

“Mr. Tristan, we—”

“That’s enough. I don’t have time to talk to you. Let me find her first,” Tristan interrupted curtly.

Oliver’s assistant came in and frowned when he noticed Oliver’s shoulders were slumped.

“Mr. Arfield, are you all right? This isn’t our fault as we’ve done our best to manage this place. We

never wanted this to happen,” he said indignantly. Mr. Tristan should be reasonable!

Oliver shook his head. “No one can reason with Mr. Tristan in Jadeborough.”

Tristan called the shots here, and he didn’t want to cross him.

At Anglandur, Nicholas received news that Sophie had left Chanaea. Alex dared not give him any more

advice for now.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but voice his concern. “Mr. Nicholas, your health—”

“Alex, haven’t you learned your lesson? Don’t say anything that is unnecessary. You know I don’t like

hearing them, so stop making me upset,” Nicholas cut in impatiently.

Alex shook his head silently.

Yes, I shouldn’t have voiced my concerns knowing that he dislikes listening to advice. Why would I

seek trouble?

“Book a flight ticket for me,” Nicholas ordered.

“Mr. Nicholas, we have a private plane, right? It’s safer to take the private plane.”

“No need. Buy the ticket using another identity. I want to take a look at her.” Nicholas wanted to just see

Sophie from afar as his plan wasn’t ready yet.

Alex had no idea why Nicholas was head over heels in love with Sophia as the latter didn’t spend a lot

of time with her.

Why couldn’t he forget her?

In the meantime, Sophie and her group of friends had made their way to Jetroina, which was situated

not far from Chanaea. They deemed this area to be the perfect spot for their much-deserved holiday.

It was freezing here, too. Ysabelle started shivering after she got off the plane.

“Aren’t you cold?” she demanded incredulously as the rest seemed unfazed.

“Not really,” came Butterfly’s answer. She wore the least among them as she wasn’t afraid of the cold.

No matter how cold the weather was, she would still wear a skirt.

That was how persistent she was.

Sarah, who was snugly wrapped in her winter apparel, told Ysabelle, “You won’t feel cold if you put on

more clothes.”

Tristan had made the arrangements for a Lincoln limousine to wait for them outside the airport to bring

them to their accommodation.

“Actually, we’re here on vacation. I can’t believe Mr. Tristan is this thoughtful,” Butterfly praised.

Whenever similar situations arose, she would envy Sophie for having such a thoughtful boyfriend.

“All right, stop sighing. We should head to our hotel as soon as possible for it’s freezing outside,”

Ysabelle cut in, impatient to get to the hotel. She suddenly felt that they had picked the wrong place to

travel.

The weather was freezing, and she honestly wanted to spend the rest of the day in the hotel room that

was heated up.

Thus, the five of them got into the vehicle. Butterfly chose to sit next to Sophie.

“Sophie, Mr. Tristan adores you. When are you planning to get married?”

When women get together, they would always talk about the opposite sex.

“After I graduate from the University of Medicine,” Sophie replied casually.

That was Tristan’s wish too. He wanted to marry her after she graduated from university.

“Sophie, you’re still young, so there’s no hurry. Mr. Tristan won’t be going anywhere, so you should take

the opportunity to enjoy life when you’re still single,” Cecelia said.

The life of a married woman is often consumed by her family and children, leaving her with little or no

time for self-care or leisure.

On the other hand, those who were single had more freedom.

Sarah disagreed with Cecelia’s point of view.

She protested, “Even after Sophie and Tristan tie the knot, Tristan will still adore her and encourage her

to pursue whatever it is that brings her joy! Nothing will change.”

She was well aware of how deeply her little brother cared for Sophie. He would always place Sophie

first as she was his top priority.

“I can vouch for that. Uncle Tristan will not let Sophie become a housewife,” Ysabelle chimed in.

Sophie was not cut out to be a housewife, anyway.

“You can’t be sure about that,” Cecelia remarked.

Sophie had yet to marry Tristan. After they got married, the Lombard family’s influence in Jipsdale

meant that Sophie wouldn’t be able to do anything that she enjoyed.

“Cecelia, I can assure you that Uncle Tristan will stand behind Sophie’s wishes no matter what,”

Ysabelle reasserted emphatically. “He will give her his unwavering support on any choice she makes.”