Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 409

Meanwhile, Daphne had been leaning against Tristan's chest after they left.

"Tris, didn't you know? Jodie hates Grace so much that she would kill her if she could. If you work with Grace, it won't end well for you," she said.

Daphne never felt valued in the Yule family until she finally met Tristan. She heard rumors that Tristan was a relative of the Sidler family, but she wasn't sure about the exact connection.

Still, it was the Sidler family. If they were willing to support Tristan in his current position, it was clear that they held him in high regard.

Usually, Daphne could only rely on sucking up to Jodie to make connections with those public figures. To put it bluntly, she was nothing more than Jodie's lapdog, who either got scolded or ridiculed most of the time.

Daphne had been enduring all the humiliation, just so she could climb higher in the elite circle and stand on equal footing with Jodie.

She didn't like being looked down on like this.

But the reality of the circle was very harsh. The so-called marriages were all based on being well-matched in social status. Daphne barely existed in the Yule family, so why would anyone want to be tied to someone like her?

Just when she felt hopeless, she met Tristan and unintentionally overheard something about his connection with the Sidler family.

Daphne's expression was full of sweetness. Tristan would surely rise to the top, and she would eventually be recognized by everyone.

"Tris, you haven't told me about this, but what's your relationship with the Sidlers? Do you call Julian your brother?"

Daphne had seen Julian multiple times, but he had never looked her directly in the eyes.

Julian was so cold and distant that she couldn't imagine what it would be like if they really did become relatives.

When Tristan heard her mention Julian, his whole body started trembling. He tried to keep his composure, but his frustration was clear in his tone. "Why did you bring him up?"

Daphne was taken aback and then awkwardly fell silent. "What's the matter, Tris? Is it because you don't like him?"

Tristan took a deep breath as his hand at his side slowly curled into a fist. "It's not that I don't like him. It's more like I don't care. My status in the Sidler family is more or less the same as his, so we're meant to resent each other.

"Now that the Sidlers want to promote me, they're letting me test the waters in this position. Julian hadn't been fond of me for a long time and always targeted me, but I've never taken him seriously."

The more guilty a person felt, the bolder they talked. The more a person claimed that they didn't care, the more they actually did.

But Daphne obviously was a fool, and her gaze grew more adoring while looking at Tristan.

If they ever found out about Tristan's existence, they might kill him right away. All these years, he had been living like a rat on the street. When he and his mother, Nina Ashcroft, were brought into the Sidler family, she had to cover it up by pretending to be the widow of a former comrade.

"No, and I don't intend to ask for it. Someone like Julian only cares about power, but all I want is to live a peaceful life on my own."

Daphne's heart ached for Tristan. The Sidler family's wealth should have rightfully included a share for him. How could they let Julian take it all for himself?

She had to help Tristan out.

Tristan started getting dressed. Truthfully, he didn't really like Daphne that much. But after being looked down on for so many years, Daphne was the only one who looked at him with admiration.

He thought of Grace, whom he had just met earlier. She was a strikingly sharp woman, and the way she looked at people was a bit like Julian—it carried a sense of pressure. It made Tristan slightly uncomfortable.

But Grace really was beautiful in a way that made him want to conquer her.

If her gaze, as cold as ice, could melt, one could only wonder what kind of brilliance they might reveal.

Just thinking about it made Tristan aroused again. He stopped putting on his clothes halfway, pressed Daphne down again, and continued.