Rise Above The Betrayal (Sophia and Tristan) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 

Edward’s eyelids twitched, and his face fell. He tried to put on a fare and said, “I’m worried you’ll stir up trouble with some messy folks outside and ruin the Foster Family’s reputation.” 

He glanced at the security guard with a frown. “Who is it?” 

“The youngest son of the Tomlins Family, Gary, the security guard replied. 

“Tomling” Edward frowned, trying to remember how many families with the sumame Tomlins there were in Virelia, and which family this Gary belonged to. 

Waher chimed in, “His Lordship, it’s that young boy who often hangs out with Mr. Years. They’re good friends and he’s got quite a reputation out there. He’s quite talented. 

As soon as be mentioned “Mr. Yeats, Edward made the connection right away 

His frown deepened even more. “Oh, yeah. I remember, Talent my foot! If he wasn’t always trailing Tristan around, he’d just be another dude!” 

Edward’s expression grew darker as he recalled everything he knew about Gary With an annoyed look on his face, he turned to Sophia “So what’s your deal with that Cary?” 

“He’s my friend.” Sophia answered casually. 

Her mind drifted to the “Mr. Yeats” that Waker mentioned and the “Tristan” Edward talked about. It seemed like Grandpa and Tristan were pretty familiar with each other, she thought. 

Edward listened to this simple answer and found it somewhat implausible; his brows furrowed slightly as he scrutinized her. “Really?” 

“Of course” Sophia’s bright eyes curved into a smile as 

as she nodded earnestly, emphasizing, “Honestly, just friends” 

That smile softened her delicate face completely, her bright eyes sparkled like a starry sky filled with twinkling stars–se captivating 

even if I hadn’t 

This feeling was totally different from what I experienced in the Stewart Family. In the stewart household 1 felt like an outsider, even been there for days no one would notice or care. Here it was different. 

Even though Grandpa stubbornly refused to admit it, I could clearly feel his concern for me. Satting there with a frown early in the morning was all because of his worry for me. Is this what it forks like to be valued by family?” 

With this thought, Sophia’s long eyelashes funered gently downwards, making her look calm 

d well–behaved