Ellinor cast a sympathetic glance at Quinton and tried to defuse the tension with her sweet voice. "Alright. Quinton, why don't you step out for a bit?"
Quinton bowed gratefully. "Yes, Ms. Mendoza."
Balfour felt a surge of jealousy. He himself hadn't 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. "Over here, come to Uncle."
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 didn’t frighten him, so he obediently made his way over.
Balfour picked up his nephew, who wore a glum expression, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did Mommy scold you?"
Tristan pouted, nodding with a sense of grievance.
Balfour gently patted the boy's head. "Mommy scolded you because you ran off on your own. Did you know she was terribly worried? You can't do that next time, okay? You can't make Mommy worry, alright?"
Ellinor glared at the mischievous boy. "He thinks there will be a next time? If he runs off again, I won't bother with him. I’ll let him run wherever he wants. I won't look for him again."
Tristan's heart ached after he heard the beautiful lady say this. He didn’t 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.
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