Chapter 644 Come With Me (2)

Hearing Consuela's words, Tristan's face became a little unnatural. He reached out his hand and pulled her up. "Have a rest first. I'll make some food for you."

'Maybe, this is the last thing I can do for you.' Tristan held back the sadness in his heart, turned around and went downstairs.

After dinner, Consuela tucked herself in the quilt, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't a good mother, and she couldn't even protect her child.

Just as she was lost in thought, her phone suddenly rang. It was Cassie.

"Hello, Consuela." The familiar voice made Consuela shed more tears.

She sniffed and tried to keep her voice, "What's wrong, Cassie? What's the matter?"

As a sensitive person, Cassie could tell that there was something wrong with Consuela's voice. Although she tried her best not to let others know, she still couldn't ignore her heavy nasal voice. "What's wrong with you, Consuela? Did Tristan bully you? "

Now Consuela was alone in France, and only Tristan stayed with her. The child was so young that she couldn't make her cry. Therefore, the only suspect was Tristan.

"No... Tristan is a good man. He is good to me and my child. He didn't bully me... " Under the quilt, Consuela kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Then what happened? Tell me. Don't let me worry about you, okay? " Cassie was going crazy because of Consuela. Why didn't she get to the point? She always made her waste her time.

Biting her lips, Consuela didn't know what to say. After all, it was all because of her carelessness. If others knew it, they would scold her for being an unqualified mother.

"Why don't you say anything? Please say it quickly. Silence doesn't work at this time." Cassie was speechless. How she wished she could fly to Consuela right now and see what was wrong with her.

"Cassie], Angie

dvantage of Consuela's child, it was rare for her to get warmth. As long as she could live with Tristan, she believed that she had many ways to keep him.

——I'll ask someone to send the child back tomorrow. Wait for me at the airport at ten o'clock tomorrow noon. I'll book the air ticket immediately.

After sending the message, Angie felt refreshed. She turned around and looked at the sleeping Richelle, with a gentle maternal glow for no reason.

"Baby, don't worry. I won't do anything to you. You can see your mother tomorrow. I just want you to do something for me." Angie caressed Richelle's face and said, "Thanks to you. I can let him go with me so easily."

Angie had a good night's sleep. She got up early and had arranged for someone to send Richelle back to Consuela after she and Tristan left.

When Angie dialed the number of Tristan, she was waiting anxiously.

"Hello."

"I'm ready. See you at the airport in an hour. After we get on the plane, someone will give the child to Consuela." Angie cut to the chase. She didn't dare to gamble this time. She had to make sure that the two of them were together before she could let go of the child.

"I see." Tristan said in a low voice, sounding unhappy.