Adrian pursed his lips. âBut I still want to go up and see for myself.â
Lea wagged a finger in front of his face. âNo can do. You only have two options right now. One is to let me go upstairs and check it out for you, or two, we both go back and nobody goes upstairs.â
With no other choice, Adrian had to compromise. âAlright! You go then!â
Lea grinned. âThatâs more like it! Have some faith in your auntieâs ability.â
Marcusâ gaze never strayed from the restroom. Even when Sophia was trying to serve him food, he barely paid any attention. It was only when he saw his son emerging from the restroom and obediently returning to his seat that he relaxed.
Now that Adrian had returned, Marcus could finally relax, but Bertha was puzzled. âTristan, why did you come back alone? Whereâs Lea?â
âAuntie Lea said she suddenly had a stomachache and needed to use the restroom to crap, so she told me to come back first.â
Bertha felt somewhat exasperated after hearing this. That girl! Everyone was here enjoying their meal, and she had to teach Tristan to say something like that without considering whether it might affect othersâ appetites. Why couldnât she teach Tristan a different phrase or give a different reason?
Tristan was so young that he was probably just parroting what he had heard.
âWell⦠Letâs not wait for Lea. Letâs all enjoy our meal. She doesnât eat much anyway; a few bites and sheâs full. Come on, Sophia, eat more meat. Youâve been losing weight recently.â
Bertha deftly changed the subject with a laugh.
Meanwhile, Lea had stealthily made her way to the second floor of the restaurant.
The private rooms on the second floor were almost full, and she had to check each one.
The hallway was filled with waitstaff awaiting their customersâ orders. If she was found to be suspicious, she would be escorted back downstairs immediately.
After some thought, Lea had an idea.
Rather than being labeled as suspicious after being discovered, she might as well ask for help herself in a perfectly justified way.
So she put on a helpless and anxious expression, taking the initiative to pull at a waiterâs sleeve.
âMister, Iâ¦I canât find my mom! Waah!â
The waiter looked down to see a little girl, and without suspicion, he asked kindly, âWhatâs the matter?
Donât be scared. Tell me, which room does your mom belong to?â
Lea, with her big, watery eyes, shook her head as if she were about to let out another cry. âI donât remember. Iâ¦I went to use the restroom, and now I canât find my way back.â
The waiter was surprised. âEach private room has its own restroom. Why would you run outside to use the public one? Does your mom know you left?â Lea hesitated. She hadnât thought there would be a private restroom in each room.
However, she thought quickly and came up with a plausible explanation. âThe restroom in the room was occupied, and I couldnât hold it in, so I ran out by myself. Mister, can you help me find my mom?â
Since the little girl was on the verge of tears while asking for his help, the waiter couldnât help but feel sorry for her. âOf course! Donât cry. Iâll take you to each room to find your mom.â
Lea was triumphant. She kept her relief hidden and nodded obediently. âThank you, mister.â
The waiter took her hand and started with the first room on the east side.
He knocked on the door of each room, and once he was given permission to enter, he would lead the little girl in to ask if she was anyoneâs daughter.
Lea used this opportunity to carefully examine the faces of everyone in the room, looking for any woman who looked like Tristan.â