"Iris, where are you?" Tristan Sherwood's voice was urgent. "Hurry back to the Sherwood home right now. Something important has come up."
"And what does Eldest Young Master Sherwood want to lecture me about this time?" Iris Dalton's voice was lazy, devoid of any other emotion.
Frustration surged in Tristan's chest. He tugged at his tie, his tone turning cold and heavy. "Stop messing around. The Monahan Family called the police to have you arrested. Come home first, and we'll figure something out together."
For some reason, every time he spoke to Iris, a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him. It was as if they couldn't communicate normally.
"No need for the Eldest Young Master to worry. I'll handle it myself." Iris's voice was indifferent before she hung up.
Tristan was speechless. At a time like this, she was still being so willful?! Looking at the disconnected call and the black screen of his phone, his face darkened with gloom.
