Chapter 368

Vivienne was stunned by Tristan's question, unable to hide the shock on her face. She lowered her voice and said reproachfully, "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, he's your father. Everyone knows you as Tristan Carlson."

"No, I'm not Tristan! I'm Ricky!" Tristan suddenly roared, his white teeth biting down on his lower lip. He tried to contain the emotions building up inside him for too long with every fiber of his being.

The name "Tristan Carlson" had always felt like a shackle, binding him from a very young age. He had assumed becoming Tristan would mean having a father but realized he was still fatherless, even without a mother now.

"No, you're Tristan Carlson! You are!" Vivienne shook her head desperately, almost as if she was trying to hypnotize herself.

The frantic behavior caused Tristan to release his lip, which had turned purple from the bite.

Unexpectedly, he chuckled. "None of you have ever asked me whether I prefer being Tristan or Ricky. Mom, I hate you!