Bertha didn't want to discuss Sophia any longer with her daughter. "That's enough, Lea. Stop talking about it and go play with Tristan."
Lea shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Tristan, who was playing with his toys on the couch. "Mom, I think Tristan seems a bit different from the last time we met."
Upon hearing this, Bertha glanced toward Tristan, looking puzzled. "What do you mean? How is Tristan different?"
Lea tilted her head, feeling a bit frustrated. "He used to be a very introverted kid. He didn't talk much and rarely smiled. But today, he was a bit shy at first and then began to talk a lot."
Bertha thought her daughter was overthinking. "Kids are pure-hearted; once they feel comfortable, they open up. Don't overthink."
Really? Lea wasn't so sure.
"Also, Mom, the older Tristan gets, the more familiar he seems. He reminds me of someone I've met before."
Bertha asked curiously, "Reminds you of someone? Who?"
Lea furrowed her brows in annoyance. "I can't remember exactly where I've seen him, but there's just this vague sense of familiarity."
Bertha playfully patted her daughter's head. "You and your cartoons! Always thinking there's some kind of magic in the world. Now, stop thinking and go play with Tristan. Later, we're having a family dinner."
Lea responded absentmindedly and headed towards the couch to find Tristan.
Family dinner? She never felt like she, her mom, and Sophia were family.
"Auntie, can you help me with this?"
After seeing Lea approach, Adrian held up his Mechanical Hero toy, struggling to attach the arm. He had been trying for a while but couldn't get it.
Lea took a look at the toy Tristan handed her, then looked up at Tristan before taking the toy and helping him attach the arm.
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