Lea snorted dismissively. "I don't care for the business. I want to be independent in the future. Earn more, spend more. Earn less, spend less."
Sophia shot Lea a look of veiled sarcasm. "You've got some backbone, sis. You should really hone your painting skills and follow through with your dreams. If you ever run into trouble, like not being able to sell your paintings, you know where to find me. I'll definitely help you out."
Lea glared at Sophia. She may be young, but she wasn't stupid. Sophia's insinuations were clearly derisive, implying that if she couldn't afford to eat while being an artist, she could come home and beg her for food.
Pfft! She'd rather starve than ask her for help!
At that moment, the waiter came over and brought several appetizing starters.
Thaddeus cleared his throat, trying to dissipate the tension in the air. "Alright, let's eat."
Not wanting to argue with Sophia and make her mom uncomfortable, Lea picked up her fork and started eating.
Meanwhile, Adrian was all ears. He was looking around the restaurant as if he'd heard something. He thought he heard his mom's voice.
Could she be here too?
"Dad, I need to pee."
Adrian voiced his request to Marcus.
Marcus, who hadn't started eating yet, heard his son and started maneuvering his wheelchair to accompany him.
Seeing his struggle, Lea put down her fork and volunteered to aid Adrian instead. "Marcus, let me take Tristan to the restroom. I needed to go anyway."
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