Chapter 53

Tristan glanced at the caller ID, and the tension between his brows eased slightly. Harper's frail, tearful voice came through the phone. "Tristan, I keep having nightmares about snakes. I'm so scared. Can you come and stay with me?" As he Leaned back in his chair, Tristan's cold gaze shifted toward the construction site, where Genevieve struggled to carry bricks. His voice remained calm and detached. "Alright. I'll head over now." Despite it being autumn, the midday sun was relentless. After just a short while of carrying bricks, Genevieve was drenched in sweat. The bricks were damaged and needed to be cleared from the site. Daniel, ever attuned to people's moods, had noticed Tristan's disdain for her. Seizing the opportunity, he deliberately made things difficult for her. These bricks could have easily been moved with machinery, but instead, he insisted that she carried them piece by piece to a cart and transport them herself. Though, she couldn't complain. She hadn't yet be