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Chapter 312: I Hope You Can Let Go of Your Obsession

"Back then, I only understood things halfway. The old man kept a tight grip on me, and there were many things I didn’t dare say. You know, for people like them, profits and reputation are always above everything."

"After so many years, I see you’ve never given up. I feel a bit guilty in my heart..."

He paused, took out his phone under the heat of the other’s gaze: "I’ll send you some information. I hope it helps you..."

After a flurry of action, his hand froze on the screen, unable to press "send."

"Tristan, you must remember that to live is to look forward. If the news I’m about to share isn’t pleasant... do you still want to know?"

Samuel spoke with rare seriousness, revealing some information in his words.

Tristan paused for two seconds, then curved his lips, though it wasn’t in happiness: "If I can’t find news of her, even in my grave, I won’t be at peace."

"Seeking her has become an obsession in my heart. I’ve relied on it for so many years. How could I just give up?"

"Samuel, I’m thankful that you’re willing to share news about her with me."

Samuel lowered his gaze, eventually just sighing.

Sometimes, you have to marvel at how fortunes change. Back in the day, Joy chased Tristan around; now, it’s the complete opposite. After being entangled for so many years, it’s unknown whether this is fate granted by heaven or a cursed fate.

Samuel solemnly pressed the key, knowing he’s about to deliver a despairing message to Tristan.

He once kept his mouth shut like everyone around him, like his father, and like the late old man of The Monroe Family, all to keep things calm.

Perhaps it’s because he’s grown older and more sentimental, or maybe he’s really been cornered by Tristan. He always felt that Tristan’s great life shouldn’t be spent stubbornly like this.

There wasn’t much left to eat at the meal. Samuel stood up, cheerfully saying, "My daughter has a violin performance today, with thousands of people in the hall. I must bring my wife to cheer her on."

"By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, Tristan. I’m glad you found your daughter. Next time, I can introduce Lana to Kiki."

Tristan slightly got up: "I’ll see you out."

"No need, it’s just a few steps."

Before leaving, Samuel glanced at Tristan.

As friends for so many years, he genuinely hoped Tristan could let go of his obsession, conclude everything from the past, and live well.

Tristan opened the email. The content was simple, just an introduction to The Maxton Family, their assets, and family members...

Having lived abroad for so many years, he hadn’t heard much about The Maxton Family, only recalling it was a declining old family, worsening over the last couple of years, squandering the accumulated family wealth.

His gaze moved down, finally stopping at a point, unable to move away for a long time.

*

Monica’s state was much better than before. She no longer loudly demanded Maya bring Kiki back, and more often, she calmly asked questions.

She’d ask when she could go out. There were many things she hadn’t done.

At such times, Jasper would tell her that she could only go out once she was fully recovered, and during this period, she needed to focus on healing.

Unless Monica brought it up, they all tacitly avoided mentioning Kiki, because it would agitate Monica’s already fragile mind.

Again, it was a bright and sunny noon.

Monica quietly leaned on the sofa. She had long been able to get out of bed and walk around, but only within the villa.

"Maya, did you meet Kiki while filming at the set?"

Maya shook her head: "No."

Maya’s expression revealed not a hint of flaw. Monica, however, furrowed her brow, sighing after a moment.

Maya sat just beside Monica. With just a stretch of her hand, she pulled Maya into her arms.

Monica gently stroked Maya’s hair, inexplicably asking: "After the last banquet, did Kiki often use Tristan’s influence to bully you?"

Maya said: "No one can bully me, so rest assured."

Monica looked at Maya’s classically beautiful profile, withdrawing her gaze to avoid it.

"... It’s my fault for you."

"Why would you say that?" Maya held Monica’s hand: "I’ve gotten so much from you."

She thought, even after the task ended, she’d still remember Monica.

The guilt in Monica’s eyes was so overwhelming it was almost dripping out. She kept apologizing: "It’s all my fault. I’m sorry for you, I’m sorry for you..."

*

On set:

"Oh, Kiki, this is Maya’s milk tea. Your share’s already been given to Sister Lily."

The weather was muggy, near the end of filming, and the director had personally bought a lot of food and drinks for the crew, including milk tea.

Kiki casually picked up that drink: "My drink was served without ice. The weather’s so hot, I suddenly want a drink with ice. It’s just one cup of milk tea; it shouldn’t matter if I take it, right?"

The staff handing out drinks was a bit embarrassed: "Kiki, I can order more for you; you can have whatever you want. As for Maya’s cup, let’s keep it here. She’s about to finish that scene. It’d be when she’s thirsty."

"Are you implying I’m not thirsty?"

"No... that’s not what I meant..."

Seeing this scene unfold, a kind actor stepped over: "My drink has ice; it’s the same as Maya’s milk tea. I’ll trade with you."

Kiki didn’t take it, smiling slightly: "I don’t like drinking beverages others have touched."

The actor’s face turned awkward, too angry to speak for a long time, finally leaving in a huff.

The director, cooling off under the awning, heard of this affair. Frustratingly waving it off, he decided not to deal with the squabbles between the actresses.

Neither side was worth offending, yet Kiki constantly picked fights for no reason. The director had already blacklisted Kiki, budgeting be damned; he’d never accept another actress with such poor conduct.

Kiki, seemingly unaware of the gravity of her actions, continued with a smile: "I’m really set on this one. When Maya returns, perhaps teacher Xiao Deng can explain to her. I don’t think she’ll mind."

"How do you know she won’t mind?"

A leisurely voice drifted over, carrying a hint of chill.

Kiki stiffly turned and, seeing it was Maya, wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she grinned: "Didn’t expect you’d finish so soon."

Maya gazed coldly at her: "Leave what’s in your hand."

"It’s just a cup of milk tea. Can’t even spare that for me?"

Maya slowly walked over, finally stopping in front of Kiki.

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