Chapter 809 I Kept Dame Away
Gwenn commented, “Don’t bother. You and your father have never been on his radar, so anything you say is pointless.”
She looked at Tristan with a subtle stare and continued, “I’m not here for small talk. I’m asking if you will join forces because I can help save your father.”
After a moment, Tristan furrowed his brows and smirked bitterly, “How can I trust you? I can’t just believe you’re reliable because you say so, can I?”
Ever since his father blinded him five years ago, Tristan had lost trust in his own parents, let alone a woman he had never met.
Gwenn stated indifferently, “You just need to tell me if you’re willing or not. I’ll contact you after I rescue your father and let you know what I want you to do.”
Tristan furrowed his brows again, lowering his head to assess the woman, who was a half-head shorter than him.
The woman was dressed in a red trench coat and black boots and exuded a cool and refined demeanor. However, her noticeable bosom caught his attention, sending a surge of blood through his body.
Without much hesitation, he nodded, “Fine. Do I have any other choice? As long as you can get my dad out safely. I’m in.”
The woman gave Tristan a look, extinguishing the cigarette in her hand, “Good, it’s a deal.”
Maeve and Charles, held hostage by their daughter’s sleep cycle, hurried out after Tristan.
As Maeve reached for the door, a thought caught her. She turned around with a mix of determination and something else flickering in her gaze and headed straight for Cherise.
Maeve said, “Hey, I owe you a big apology for how I treated your mom. I was blind back then, wrapped up in my own family mess. Family has always meant the world to me, so Dame showing you more favor, even over his sister, confused me. But now, I see it clearly. Both of you were never wrong. It was me who messed up.”
Damien’s jaw dropped. Maeve’s apology caught him off guard, maybe even left him speechless.
Her face displayed a range of emotions: relief at finally speaking her truth, joy at the potential reconciliation, and perhaps a touch of uncertainty about the future.
Admitting fault wasn’t easy, but she did it. Perhaps her perspective was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine desire to do what she thought was best.
Cherise pursed her lips, standing to support Maeve. “Let’s leave the past behind.”
Maeve squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them, a glint of determination replacing the tears. “No. The past isn’t done with us.”
She continued with a voice thick with emotion. “Remember five years ago, when you and Dame had that huge fight? I… I was there,”
Cherise’s jaw dropped, and her eyes darted between Maeve and Damien.
Damien averted his gaze, his grip on Cherise’s hand tightening. “C’mon, sis, let’s leave it be.”
Maeve ignored him, her voice gaining strength. “No, 1 have to tell you this. Cherry, if it weren’t for me five years ago, you and Dame wouldn’t have been separated. The day you planned to meet, I… I kept him away.”
