As evening fell, Sophia, dressed in fresh clothes, wheeled out Marcus and Tristan from their suite.
Thaddeus, with his wife and little daughter, was already waiting for the elevator in the hallway.
After seeing his elder daughter wheel Marcus towards him, Thaddeus grumbled. âYou claimed you werenât well, which is why you didnât come to pick us up from the airport. Now, when itâs time to go out for dinner, your health is suddenly fine?â
Marcus, unfazed by Thaddeusâs sarcasm and disapproval, responded, âI apologize if I gave you the impression that I was avoiding the pickup intentionally. It was Sophiaâs suggestion that I stay at home with Tristan. I didnât mean to offend you. Next time, Iâll make sure Iâm there to greet you.â
Although he was polite on the surface, his voice carried anâ undertone of scorn, implying that Thaddeus was being somewhat petty for his age.
Thaddeus, realizing Marcusâs veiled defiance, was about to retort when Sophia interjected. âDad, it was me who didnât want him to go out this morning. Blame me, not Marcus. He was really not feeling well today. He only got better after taking some medicine in the afternoon.â
Thaddeus, giving some leeway for his daughterâs sake, refrained from criticizing Marcus further. He grumbled, âFine, hurry up and get this invalid into the elevator. Your mother and I are starving.â
Sophia sighed, aware that her father, although accepting Marcus for her sake, was not particularly fond of him.
She then carefully wheeled Marcus into the elevator.
Downstairs awaited a van, fitted with an easy-access ramp for the wheelchair. With ease, Sophia pushed Marcus into the van, with Tristan following closely behind. Once everyone was on board, the driver started the van and took to the road.
Tristan, seated next to Marcus, was unhappy about Thaddeusâs earlier remarks about his father. As soon as they got into the van, he glared at Thaddeus unblinkingly; his little face was etched with resentment.
Thaddeus, initially engaged in low whispers with his wife, soon felt the childâs heated gaze. He turned to Tristan. âWhatâs that look for? Who gave you permission to glare at me like that? Donât you know that Iâm your grandfather?â
Tristan, who had disliked Thaddeus from the moment he met him, rolled his eyes and made a face, refusing to engage with him.
Thaddeus, already not fond of Tristan, who wasnât his blood relative, was provoked. He raised his hand, intending to smack the childâs bottom to teach him a lesson.
Bertha, however, held him back. âEnough, why are you picking on a child? Tristanâs still young. Itâs normal for kids his age to be mischievous.â
Thaddeus shot Tristan a glare and, for his wifeâs sake, decided to let it slide for now. However, he made a mental note to give the kid a good spanking when Bertha was not around.
Lea secretly gave Tristan a thumbs-up, admiring his audacity. After all, as far as she could remember, no outsider had ever dared to disrespect her father so blatantly.
Twenty minutes later, the van pulled up at a restaurant.
Sophia wheeled Marcus out of the van and followed her father into the restaurant.