Chapter 376

Tristan's face shifted in an instant. He rushed over, scooping the toddler—no more than two or three years old—into his arms. "Why didn't you go to the hospital?" "Someone called saying something happened to you. I was worried," the woman said, her voice trembling. Tristan's heart clenched. Holding the child tight, he grabbed the woman's hand and turned to leave—completely ignoring the fact that this was his daughter Abigail's funeral, with his wife and the press still there. "Tristan!" Sabrina shouted, completely losing it. "You dare walk out during Abby's funeral? Go on, try me!" "Crazy woman," Tristan muttered, scowling at her. That was the last straw for Sabrina. She lunged, aiming to tear the child and the woman from Tristan's arms. "Who is this little tramp? How many women and kids have you been hiding from me all these years?!" "Don't go psycho here!" Tristan warned her coldly. Seeing him protect another woman and child tore something inside her. She reached again, trying to yan