Ellinor cast a sympathetic glance at Quinton and tried to defuse the tension with her sweet voice.
âAlright. Quinton, why donât you step out for a bit?â
Quinton bowed gratefully. âYes, Ms. Mendoza.â
Balfour felt a surge of jealousy. He himself hadnât even heard his sister speak to him so sweetly, yet this Quinton had the privilege.
Humph!
Deciding not to showcase his ill temper in front of his sister, Balfour let Quinton go. He lifted his hand, waving to the recently retrieved Adrian. âOver here, come to Uncle.â
After being scolded by the beautiful lady, Tristan felt a bit down. He initially hesitated when he saw the man his siblings called Uncle beckoning him. However, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which didnât frighten him, so he obediently made his way over.
Balfour picked up his nephew, who wore a glum expression, and asked softly, âWhatâs wrong? Did Mommy scold you?â
Tristan pouted, nodding with a sense of grievance.
Balfour gently patted the boyâs head. âMommy scolded you because you ran off on your own. Did you know she was terribly worried? You canât do that next time, okay? You canât make Mommy worry, alright?â
Ellinor glared at the mischievous boy. âHe thinks there will be a next time? If he runs off again, I wonât bother with him. Iâll let him run wherever he wants. I wonât look for him again.â
Tristanâs heart ached after he heard the beautiful lady say this. He didnât mean to run off; he just saw his dad and wanted to check if he was worried about not finding him.
But then he realized that one day he would have to leave the beautiful lady and return to his dad and Sophia, and he would never see the beautiful lady again.
This thought made him incredibly sad.
Tears filled his eyes, and unable to hold them back any longer, he began to cry.
Seeing his nephew in tears made Balfourâs heart ache. He reached out to wipe the boyâs tears. âDonât cry. Mommy didnât mean what she said. How could Mommy not want you? Itâs just that your actions today really upset her. Just donât do it again, okay?â
Tristanâs tears werenât because he was afraid the beautiful lady didnât want him, but because he knew he wasnât her son and he would eventually have to leave.
He wouldnât just leave the beautiful lady. He would never see her again.
He and his dad were accompanying Sophia on a business trip. Once Sophia finished her business, he and his dad would return to their home country with her, and they would never come back.
This meant that he would never see the beautiful lady again. He would never again feel the warmth and comfort of her embrace.
He would return to the heavily perfumed Sophia, whom he disliked, and his dad, who seemingly didnât like him.
Sophia was supposedly his mom, but he never felt like Sophia was his mom. He never felt the urge to get close to her.
But whenever he saw the beautiful lady, he couldnât explain why, but he always wanted her to hold him.
Just like how he felt when he saw his dad.
Could this beautiful lady actually be his mom?
But his dad had never met the beautiful lady, so how could they have a child together?
This was impossible. It must be his delusion.
Sighâ¦.
Watching her sonâs tears stream down his face made Ellinor naturally soften. âAlright, enough crying.
Why do boys cry so much? Come here; your tears and snot have dirtied Uncleâs clothes.â
Tristan felt embarrassed after noticing the snot stains on his uncleâs suit.
Balfour smiled indulgently. âItâs alright. Uncle doesnât mind.â