I answered with a sound, then hung up the phone and sent Tristan a location.

Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes stopped by the roadside.

Tristan didn't care much about material things. Especially now that he was a doctor, driving a flashy car to work seemed a bit inappropriate.

However, Tristan was the kind of person who could charm a whole group of women even while riding a bicycle.

"Get in the car," Tristan said to me as he rolled down the window.

"Where are you going?" I was a little confused.

"I'm going to your house to pick up Pudding."

Tristan couldn't help but think of Pudding, his well-behaved daughter. I rolled my eyes and got into the passenger seat, opening the door. Tristan glanced at me and said, "Seatbelt."

I silently fastened my seatbelt again.

The road was slippery due to the snow, so the car was moving slowly. I looked out the window and watched the scenery along the way, but in my mind, I kept replaying the scene of Frederic and Emilia in the snow just now.

Halfway through, Tristan broke the silence and spoke up, "Emilia applied to have her dad transferred to a different ward."

"Um, I got it." I didn't want to bring up Frederic and Emilia now, even though I was thinking about them.

"I performed Sam's surgery." I think Tristan would be a top intelligence officer if he chose to become one.

I transferred some money to Tristan using my phone. After he saw the flash on my phone, he was a bit confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

I deliberately showed a malicious smile and said, "Dr. Shelton, make a mistake during Sam's surgery. After it's done, I'll give you a lot of money!"

The traffic light turned red at the intersection, and the car stopped. Tristan quickly transferred money back to me using his phone. Then he frowned and scolded me, "You should watch fewer melodramas in the future. What were you thinking?"

"How did you know that my inspiration came from soap operas?" I asked in surprise.

"What else?" Tristan looked at me as if I were mentally challenged.

I snorted and ignored Tristan.

When we returned to Maple Villa, Pudding saw its owner coming back and excitedly jumped into Tristan's arms, rubbing and sticking to him while meowing loudly in the living room.

These days, the servant took good care of Pudding. It looked energetic and spirited.

Tristan held Pudding in his arms and stroked its head. He was about to speak to me when there was a sound coming from the stairs. Surprisingly, Frederic was also at home.

I didn't want to see Frederic, so I left Tristan behind and went upstairs alone.

As for what the two men talked about in the living room, I have no idea. I think they are childhood friends, so they shouldn't have any awkward silence.

In the spacious master bedroom, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. On the one hand, it was because I was upset about Frederic and Emilia, and on the other hand, I was thinking about Ashlee.

At that time, Greta sent me a message: "Syl, Ashlee was hooked!"

I was surprised and quickly replied, "So fast? How did you do it?"

Greta sent a smug expression and said, "Hehe, I'll tell you in a few days. Wait for my good news."