"Your siblings have finally made up. Come on, Baber. Come downstairs with Mommy and bring up some delectable treats. We can all enjoy them together."
Baber was always the most sensible one. As his eyes shined like Layla's, he nodded and spread his arms to embrace his mother. "Okay!"
Once Ellinor took Baber out, the two little ones who had just shaken hands and promised peace revealed their true colors.
Layla, with her arms crossed and chin raised, huffed. "Hmph! I won't make up with you! You can fool them, but you can't fool me! You're not my brother at all!"
Tristan frowned, not giving her a pleasant look. "So we won’t make up? Fine! I only did it to prevent Mommy from getting too angry. I didn't really want to make up with you either!"
Layla looked at him with disdain. "You have the nerve to call my mommy 'Mommy'?! How shameless! Don't you have a mommy of your own?"
Tristan fell silent.
There was nothing he could say.
He liked the pretty lady he called Mommy, but he knew well that she wasn’t his real mother. He was claiming someone else’s mother as his own.
He just couldn't grow fond of his mother, Sophia.
Now that 'Adrian' was silent, Layla jumped down from the couch, walked up to him, and, like a little adult, stared at him. "Where did you send my brother? What do you want to achieve by taking his place here?"
Tristan felt guilty under her gaze. "I... I am your brother!"
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