Thaddeus pointed in disgust towards a certain room. "Hurry up! Get that little mischief out of here! He’s been here since morning and hasn’t uttered a single word. He doesn't answer if he wants to eat or drink. He just stares at me and keeps crying for his dad. It was so annoying that I locked him up in there."
Sophia couldn't help but voice out her frustration. "Dad! How could you lock a child in a room all by himself?"
Unfazed, Thaddeus replied, "What else could I do? He doesn't answer when asked if he's hungry or thirsty; he just cries! I'm already being nice not to smack him; he’s not even my own grandson.”
Sophia, afraid that Marcus might hear her father, signaled him to lower his voice.
"Dad, do you want me to have a good relationship with Marcus or not? I could soon give you a grandson of your own. Please don't cause any more trouble."
Thaddeus, already overwhelmed with his own issues, waved her off. "Fine, fine! Just take the kid and leave me alone. I'll keep my mouth shut."
This brought some solace to Sophia. She unlocked the room where the small boy, Tristan, was crying his eyes out to the point they were swollen like peaches. He was sitting on the floor, nervously wiping away his tears.
On hearing the door, the boy quickly stood up and ran out like a rocket.
Sophia tried to stop him but could not even touch him. Tristan had already sprinted away.
Thankfully, Marcus was at the suite's door; he wouldn't let Tristan run around wildly.
Sophia turned around to bid her father goodbye. “Dad, rest well. Marcus and I will take the kid back to our room. Call me if you need anything.”
Looking stern, Thaddeus replied, “Off you go.”
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