The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)
Chapter 1390

Looking at how happy Arlo was, Tristan felt a bit sad.

"Father, I have taken Teagan's place all these years. I'm sorry."

He bowed to Arlo.

Over the years, Arlo had treated him very well. He treated Tristan like his own son, but Teagan was his biological son all along. In the near future, he might have to return home, so he was worried to leave Arlo alone.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn't for Madam Xiao who saved him back then, perhaps he would have long been gone by now. Besides, I am well aware of how you have been living in the Acker family all these years. My wife has always hated you and wants you to die. If it weren't for the fact that you have the ability to protect yourself, I'm afraid that you would've been dead by now. I'm not someone who can't differentiate right from wrong, so I believe Madam Xiao has her own reasons to have done so. Perhaps she was actually protecting the last of the Acker family's bloodline, right?"

Tears streamed down Arlo's face as he spoke.

"Get up, child. It's been hard on you all these years."

He hurriedly helped Teagan up.

Teagan's eyes were red and moist too, but he shook his head and said, "Sir Tristan is very good to me. I have attended many major events these recent years. Because of the mask, others wouldn't recognize me, but I was the one taking care of all the Acker family's businesses."

Tristan had never regarded Teagan as a servant, and because he knew Teagan's true identity, Tristan had started to ask Teagan to deal with the affairs of the Acker family from a few years ago. Teagan was the son of the Acker family, so he had to take over the family someday.

All these years, Teagan and Tristan had grown up together, trained together, and experienced life and death together. Naturally, Teagan could see Madam Acker's hatred for him and his mother. If it weren't for Tristan, Teagan, who was the only son of the Acker family, would have already died long ago.

Besides, Madam Xiao was his and his mother's savior, and frankly speaking, the Acker family belonged to Madam Xiao, so he didn't mind serving Tristan as an assistant. Not to mention that Tristan had also helped him expand the Acker family's business over the years. The two of them were brothers by blood who could go through death together. As such, his father was naturally Tristan's too.

Hearing Teagan's words, Arlo couldn't help but feel upset.

"It's been hard on you. It's my fault for being useless all these years."

"No, father."

Teagan's eyes were filled with tears too.

Then, Tristan slowly let himself out of the room to give the father and son some space.

He had always known that he wasn't a child of the Acker family. Back then, his mother had brought him a friend since he was a child and told him to protect his companion. He didn't know why at first, but when they had both grown up, his mother finally told him Teagan's identity.

His mother had long guessed that Madam Acker would not let this matter rest. That was why she found a dead infant to replace Teagan and rescued him.

Rozita knew of this matter, and she knew that ruining Madam Acker's family was her fault, but in order to protect her son, she would rather die miserably at the time, because only when she died, and only wher she pretended to protect that dead infant would her son be safe.

Mothers were the greatest gift to a child, as they were willing to do anything for their children and protect them at all costs.

In the past few years, the two brothers had worked together to help the Acker family strive. This was the promise that Tristan's mother had made to Arlo in the past, and it was a form of compensating the Acker family.

Now the father and son had finally reunited, Tristan was happy for them too.

After he left the room, he got someone to let Nathaniel and Mango out of the basement, and after updating them, he returned to his room.

At this time, Tristan felt lonely.

When he returned to his room, Priscilla was glaring at him, but Tristan's heart had inexplicably calmed down, and he had even felt a little bit safe. "Why are you looking at me like that? You look like you want to gobble me up."

Tristan chuckled lightly, got up, went to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of red wine. Then, he opened it and aerated it with a decanter.

The smell of the wine stung Priscilla's nostrils, and although Tristan was gentle now, she was sensitive enough to detect that Tristan was in a bad mood. Wait a minute.

What did this man's bad mood have to do with her?

However, for some reason, Priscilla felt a little down too.

She knew why Tristan had gone to the palace, and she knew Laborn's temper well. Although Laborn was now using Tristan, he would remember everything Tristan had done today, and he would definitely get revenge.

"You'd better keep a low profile. It's not easy to get along with Laborn."

When Tristan heard this, he paused and turned to look at Priscilla. "Are you worried about me?"

His sharp eyes caused Priscilla to feel slightly regretful of her words.

"You think too much. You are on Nathaniel's side. He has always valued his people. I am worried that he will be sad if something bad happens to you."

Tristan's face suddenly sank at her words.

"What's so good about Nathaniel? So good that you are thinking about him every second? He's so good that you can compare him with anyone?"

Tristan's bad mood was worse now, and he wanted to tape that little mouth of Priscilla's so badly.

Priscilla wanted to retort immediately, but when she saw Tristan's gloomy eyes, she was suddenly afraid.

She remembered what Tristan had said before he left, and because of Tristan's personality and temper, she stopped herself.

"Cat got your tongue?"

However, Tristan seemed to be deliberately pushing her.

Priscilla knitted her brows tightly together.

"Tristan, have I done something bad to you before? Have we met?"

"Hah! What do you think?"

There was a complicated look in Tristan's eyes.

She actually didn't remember!

How dare she forget!

Tristan clenched his hands tightly, and veins stood out on the back of them.

If Priscilla didn't notice anything through such expressions and actions, it would be a waste of time to let her live. However, her mind didn't have any memories of Tristan.

She suddenly remembered that two years of her memory had gone blank as her nerves were damaged by a bullet in the head when she and Nathaniel were on a mission. It had taken her more than half a year to recover from the injury, and in the end, two years of her memory were missing.

The doctor had said that it was a great blessing.

For her, it was enough to have remembered Nathaniel, and as for the memory of two years, she did not care too much about it. However, when she saw Tristan's reaction now, she couldn't help but think if Tristan was in the memory of those two years.

Priscilla never believed that there was no reason behind the love or hatred between people. From the first time Tristan saw her, it seemed that he knew her, and from his expression now, it showed that they might have indeed known each other before, and it might have even been unhappy memories.

Thinking of this, Priscilla whispered, "I have lost two years of my memory, so if I had forgotten you, I am sorry."

When Tristan heard this, his body paused slightly.

"Don't you think that's a lame excuse?"

"Believe it or not."

With that, Priscilla turned and left the room.

Tristan did not prohibit her from leaving the room, and now she felt that something bad would happen if the two of them stayed together and it was better for them to calm down first. Besides, she did find Tristan familiar in some way.

Had she really forgotten him?

Tristan watched Priscilla leave but did not stop her and only stared at her back blankly.

A memory gap of two years?

No wonder she couldn't remember anything.

But why did she only forget him?

The memories she once gave him were so deep and indelible. Because of those memories, he had even trained hard day and night, in hopes that one day, she would recognize him and see how powerful he had become and regret her actions.

But now, she told him that she had forgotten him. How could that be possible?

For so many years, he was the only one who bore memories of them?

It was ridiculous!

Tristan was so angry that he punched the table and quickly called one of his men.

"I want you to get me all of the information on Priscilla. I want to know all of her past injuries and treatments."

"Yes, sir."

After hanging up the phone, Tristan felt really tired. He had been sleepless all night because of the surgery, and he had gone to the palace in less than two hours. Now, he was so exhausted that his body ached.

Then, he poured himself a glass of wine and downed it. After that, he took a shower and fell asleep.

When Priscilla returned later, she saw Tristan sleeping soundly.

He truly had no precautions against her, and in fact, he had shown her everything in such a natural manner.

Was it because they had once been very close?

When she thought of how her lost memories had Tristan in them, she felt a little complicated.

What was the relationship between her and Tristan?

The person she liked had always been Nathaniel, hadn't it? Why was Tristan involved? It seemed that she had owd him a lot from his attitude towards her. What had she done to him? Priscilla couldn't figure it out, and she felt a dull pain in her head when she tried.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Tristan at all as this man was too dangerous. Although he looked graceful on the surface, she could feel the deep coldness and cruelty in Tristan's heart.

She didn't see that on Nathaniel.

What exactly had Tristan gone through?

The downfall of the Acker family had caused them to withdraw from the ranks of the other large families and had almost been forgotten over the years. If it wasn't for the emergence of Tristan, who led the rise of the Acker family, the people of Angolla might have long forgotten them.

A man who was not even thirty yet was able to make such a huge comeback. If one were to say that he was an innocent person, Priscilla would definitely not believe that statement.

His ability was not only seen on the surface, but he was also a member of the Hans family. She didn't see the Hans family's passion in Tristan, but she could feel his sadness inside him.

She couldn't be an enemy with such a person, otherwise, she would be miserable.

This was Priscilla's conclusion.

However, it seemed that Tristan did not want to be friends with her either. Was he trying to let her be his woman?

Thinking of this possibility, Priscilla frowned tightly.

What exactly happened between her and Tristan?

The more she thought about it, the more her head ached. She was in so much pain that her brain felt as if it was about to explode. Suddenly, she could feel warm liquid ooze out from her nostrils, and she found that she was already curled up on the ground. With a painful whimper, her eyes went dark as she fainted.