Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1711

"Sean, don't push this matter too much," Wilfred said with a frown. "Tristen is very proud and she has never worn any women's clothing or dress up all these years. If you suddenly ask her to wear ladies' clothing and dress up, I'm afraid that she'll resist and that will be bad."

Cackling, Sean said, "Don't worry, Father. Do you think that I have no idea about Tristen's temper? Of course I can't ask her to do this personally, but I can ask Zoey to do it. This girl is bright, and she can definitely get things done without a glitch."

Wilfred broke into a smile. "That's a good idea, alright."

Then, Sean went to look for Zoey to ask her to speak to Tristen.

Being the smart girl that she was, Zoey answered with sparkling eyes after hearing Sean's request, "You want her to wear ladies' clothing and doll up? What are you planning to do? Are you planning to marry her off? Is there already an ideal partner?"

Sean gave her a knock on her head. "You just have to do what you're told. Don't ask so many questions and make random guesses."

"That's because I'm concerned about my sister!" she grumbled, pouting her lips. "Hmph, I have an idea even if you don't tell me!"

Sean glanced at her. "What idea do you have?"

Lifting her head proudly, she said, "You guys want her to marry Dr. Larson, right?"

Stunned, Sean muttered, "H-How do you know that?"

"Of course I know! With Tristen's personality, there's basically no man in this world that can catch her eyes, and even when you guys introduced all the rich men to her before this, you didn't even ask her to dress up. So, this time, you must have very high confidence."

Sean's eyes widened. "How do you know it's Dr. Larson, then?"

"Oh, do I even need to make a guess for that? Her eyes are shiny every time she looks at him, and a girl can't hide it when she's in love."

Giving her a thoughtful look, Sean thought, Zoey is a very smart girl, indeed. This only proved that his guess was right-Tristen had fallen for Matthew, though.

"So, can you do this well?" he asked.

"Fret not, leave this matter to me," Zoey assured, and she went to look for Tristen.

In the yard, the servant girls were still standing around when Zoey arrived. Without speaking a word with them, she went straight to the room.

A servant hurriedly tried to stop her. "Miss Zoey, Young Master said that—"

"What did she say now?" Zoey interjected. "She's my sister. Will she kill me inside?"

Out of words, the servant watched as Zoey went toward the room, and she shouted anxiously, "Young Master, Miss Zoey is here!"

A chaotic sound echoed from inside, followed by Tristen's panic-stricken voice. "Tell her to wait!"

However, Zoey had already entered the room at that time. In the room, Tristen was wearing a skirt and was hurriedly trying to take it off, but Zoey happened to walk in on her.

Their eyes met, and blood rushed to Tristen's face.

"W-Who allowed you in? Didn't I tell you to wait? W-Where are your manners?" Tristen shouted angrily, pointing a finger at her.

Dauntless, Zoey went into the room and took a seat on the couch. "Oh, my Young Master! What's the matter if I come and visit you in your room when I'm a girl? You didn't do anything evil or bad. Why are you acting so guilty?"

With a flushed face, Tristen said, "W-Who's guilty?"

Sniggering, Zoey pointed at her. "Tristen, don't you think that what you're wearing is very nondescript?"

"Why?" Tristen was startled, but right after she asked the question, she immediately felt something amiss and wore a stoic face. "How is this any of your business?"