Marcus watched Sophia's performance in silence. After a while, he finally spoke. "He didn't say anything about you; he just seemed a bit upset."
Over the years, he had seen far too many of Sophia's performances. No matter how convincing she was, he could always tell when she was putting on an act. But what could he do about it? His legs were useless, and he was stuck in Sophia's web of manipulation, only being able to play along with her charades.
Sophia sighed. "Is Tristan upset? When he wakes up, I'll make sure to cheer him up."
Marcus simply hummed in response, not saying another word.
Sophia quickly changed the subject. "Oh, Marcus, my father mentioned that we should all go out for dinner tonight. He didn't want to put the burden on Bertha to cook for all of us, so he's already made a reservation at a restaurant."
Marcus frowned slightly. "Can I not go?"
Sophia shook her head. "Marcus, you didn't go to the airport this morning, and my father was a bit upset about that. If you don't show up for this family dinner, he is going to be even more disappointed in you. You care about what my father thinks of you, don't you?"
Marcus' gaze darkened. "Alright, I understand."
Sophia leaned in closer to him. "So, you're saying you'll go, right?"
Marcus nodded. "I'll go. Can you find something suitable for me to wear tonight?"
Sophia laughed. "Marcus! I knew you wouldn't let me down! Alright, I'll go find you something to wear right away!"
Her excitement made her voice louder than she intended.
Marcus frowned, holding a finger up to his lips and glancing at the sleeping child on the bed.
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