Quinton swung open the door to the restroom, only to find Baber, whose hands were sopping wet and whose small face was contorted in disgust.
‘Adrian’ spoke in a voice filled with guilt. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I accidentally tripped my brother, and he fell. His hands landed straight in the toilet."
Quinton was speechless.
Kids really did have a knack for getting into trouble when you took your eyes off them for even a second.
After seeing Baber hold up his hands in distaste, Quinton couldn't help but find the situation both amusing and pitiful. He reassured him. "It's okay. A quick wash, and your hands will be clean again. Come on, I'll take you to the sink."
Baber, who was quite the neat freak, felt uncomfortable all over because his hands had made contact with toilet water. He nodded quickly and followed Quinton to wash his hands.
By the time Quinton had helped Baber wash his hands and turned back around, 'Adrian' was nowhere to be found.
Quinton's brow furrowed in worry. There was trouble brewing.
...
Meanwhile, the real Adrian was being held by Sophia in another room.
Adrian didn't like this woman holding him at all. His face was a picture of rejection, and he was stubbornly struggling. "Put me down!"
Sophia hugged him a bit tighter and chided him. "Tristan, stop fussing. Your dad and I have important business here today. You need to behave."
Despite Sophia's gentle tone, Adrian still found her extremely annoying.
"I don't want to be held. It's too hot."
Sophia frowned in displeasure. "Where is it hot? The air conditioning is on! You're just making things up!"
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