Joyce snapped back angrily, âCarey Stoermer, itâs not your place to berate my man!â
âEnough!â Zayn had finally spoken. He looked towards Kazim and Carey and said, âI know youâre
unwilling to do this
from the bottom of your hearts, but everything is for the sake of the bigger picture! Just now, the uncle
of
Tristan spoke of this with me. Zendaya will need to marry Tristan, or the Missouri Colemans will flatten
the
Michigan Stoermers and take her by force⦠Zendaya, for the sake of the family, I have wronged you!â
Then, he sighed and said to Xyla, âXyla, please persuade Zendaya.â
Having said that, he turned and left. There was no light on his face, only a dull look. As for Joyce, she
smiled and said, âThird sister, donât feel too bitter about it. Isnât it just a nephew? One that
wasnât anything special in the first place. Tristan is a proud son of the heavens. Even if he eats dung
every
hour, that isnât anything to be bothered about. Heâs still a son to be proud of! On the other hand, your
Zendaya
is useless and stays at home doing nothing.
You might as well just think of it as recycling her.â The two women obviously did not have a good
relationship. The words that Joyce said made Carey explode on the inside, the rage pouring from her
heart. She rushed over
immediately, giving Joyce a big slap on her face. Joyce was furious. However, Carey said, âIf you dare
to fight back, I wonât let my daughter marry anyone even if I die. Then,
letâs see how your Stoermer family ends up then.â
Finally, it was Conor who dragged his wife away before leaving. ***
In the room, Xyla and Zendaya were sitting opposite each other. The expression on Zendayaâs face
was
distorted.
Even though she had not seen Tristan eat dung with her own eyes, she felt sick just at the thought of it.
It
would be better to die than marry such a person!
As for Xyla, she lowered her voice and said, âZendaya, for Tristan to suddenly go out of his mind like
thisâ¦
I donât think itâs a coincidence. I also donât believe that itâs a possession or anything like that. I think
someone
mustâve done it deliberately.â
âHuh? Who?â
Xyla glanced at the door, then reached out a slender finger to dip it into the teacup and wrote âAlexâ on
the
table. Zendayaâs beautiful eyes widened. She couldnât believe it. âHow is that possible? Is he that
powerful?â
In Zendayaâs thoughts, Alexâs martial arts level should be at Mystic rank, and he wouldnât be able to
beat
Tristan with that level of strength. Tristan Colemanâs prestige was far reaching, and he was also the
youngest
Earth Expert in America.
Her ears had almost fallen off with all the things her parents had been praising about
Tristan over the past few days and how it would be in the future. As for Alex, they had devalued him
into nothing. She didnât practice martial arts, so she didnât fully understand everything about the ranks
and levels. However, even she felt that Alexâs wasnât at Tristanâs level!
It was because his main profession was a doctor and not a warrior. Xyla shook her head. âLooks like
you donât really know enough about Alex.â
She wrote again using her fingers, âAlex left in the direction of the lotus pond, which coincided with the
time
it happened.â âSo, you can rest assured that you will not marry Tristan. He wouldnât allow it!â ***
At the same time, elsewhere, Tristan had arrived at the hospital. Since he didnât have half a pound of
the mud in his stomach, his madness could not be resolved.
Abel and the
uncle, whose name was Jerome Coleman, could only tie him up and place a ball of cotton in his mouth.
The
doctor, however, couldnât examine him at all in this condition. Finally, Jerome said, âHow about we let
him eat it once more?