Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1128 Animals Without Emotions

If she had a choice, she wouldn't marry anyone. She'd rather raise her kid alone and live peacefully.

But now, things had changed.

Tristan, almost god-like, was injured.

No wonder so much had happened in Newark recently, and Tristan hadn't shown up. He was in trouble.

He never mentioned it to avoid worrying her.

The more Sadie thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She immediately took Arya and two bodyguards to Tristan's place. The heavy snow had stopped, but it was still freezing outside.

The James family's car sped through the snow and quickly reached Tristan's castle.

The castle lights were off, and the guests were resting. Only the guards were on duty.

Sadie got out of the car, and the bodyguards approached. She signaled them to stay quiet. She just wanted to see Tristan quietly.

Sadie quickly went to the study on the second floor, knowing Tristan would be handling documents at this time.

The bodyguard at the door saluted her and was about to report, but she stopped him and gently pushed open the study door. The scene stunned her.

Tristan was sitting on the sofa with his back to her. A long, deep wound on his muscular back looked horrifying.

A doctor was changing the dressing. With each touch, his muscles twitched, but he didn't make a sound, as if he felt no pain. "Tristan!" Sadie walked in excitedly.

Tristan heard her and said unhappily, "Why are you here?"

Terry hurriedly had someone close the door and stepped forward to explain, "Ms. James, why didn't you inform us before coming?" "What happened?" Sadie asked anxiously, "How did Tristan get hurt? Who did this?"

"It's a long story," Terry said, unsure how to explain, "Don't worry, the wound is almost healed."

"It's still bleeding. How can it be almost healed?" Sadie was furious. "Who could hurt Tristan?"

"Everyone, leave," Tristan ordered in a low voice.

"Mr. James, the wound hasn't been fully treated," the doctor said cautiously.

Tristan frowned and gave him a cold look.

The doctor immediately bowed his head and retreated in fear.

Terry dismissed everyone, staying by the door himself.

Tristan put on his shirt, buttoning it slowly, and turned around, "Why did you come to see me suddenly? What's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you," Sadie frowned at him.

"Ten minutes," Tristan said faintly. He picked up a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly, not even lifting his eyelids.

He always did things decisively, disliked procrastination, and hated hesitation.

Every minute of his time was precious, and he didn't want to waste it.

"Is something wrong at home?" Sadie asked anxiously, "Can you tell me?"

"If there's anything, I'll handle it," Tristan said lightly, "Just live your life well."

"But-" Sadie began, but Tristan cut her off. "If you want to talk about this, there's no need."

Tristan didn't want to continue the conversation and reprimanded her unhappily, "Your hesitant nature won't accomplish anything big. Now you're worrying about these trivial matters. Do you still not understand what should be done and what shouldn't?"

"I know..." Sadie quickly responded.

"You don't know," Tristan interrupted coldly. "If you knew, you wouldn't have brought the children back. If you knew, you wouldn't have refused the Louis family's marriage proposal."

"Tristan, the children are mine. I can't ignore them." Sadie was firm about her kids.

Tristan stated coldly, "Micah may be a bad person, but he wouldn't be irresponsible toward the children. If they stay with the Clemens family, they will inherit the Clemens Group in the future and have a bright future."