Chapter 297 Tristan Is Jealous

• Alas, Whitlea failed to get through to Bailey. “Mom, have you had enough? Sophie is just a student, so why do you keep picking on her? What's the point?”
• “Where's your conscience, Bailey? Can't you see that my leg's bleeding? Do you think I shot myself?” Whitlea retorted, not knowing if she should laugh or cry at her son's ridiculousness.
• When he saw the blood trickling down Whitlea's leg, Bailey quickly turned to Sophie.