Chapter 1602
Adrian watched his newly acquired painting being taken back with confusion. He cast a puzzled look at Lea. “Aunty, you promised me the painting. Why are you taking it back?”
Lea rolled her eyes at him, her tone sharp. “I did promise you the painting, but I never said you could give it to Sophia.”
She detested Sophia, who was unworthy of owning a painting by her mentor.
Adrian looked rather wronged. “But Mommy isn’t…”
He cut his sentence off midway and swallowed back abruptly.
He couldn’t reveal his true identity since it would get his handsome dad in trouble.
Never mind, he would find a way to get Mommy to buy the painting from Aunty Lea in the future.
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Lea waited for ‘Tristan’ to finish his sentence. “Well, your mommy isn’t what?”
Adrian shook his head. “Nothing; you’re right, Aunty. I shouldn’t re-gift your painting. I won’t take the painting. You should focus on your homework. I’m going back to find my dad.”
Upon seeing the little guy’s dejected look, Lea felt incredible guilt wash over her and called him back. “Hey! Wait…”
Adrian turned around. “What is it, Aunty? Is there anything else?”
Lea took out the painting again and handed it to him. “Fine, take it!”
Adrian looked surprised and accepted the painting. He looked at her with some confusion. “Aunty, are you really giving it to me this time?”
Lea nodded. “Yes, it’s yours! Give it to whoever you like. I don’t care!”
Adrian grinned. “Thank you, Aunty!”
Lea coughed. “Also… I heard your dad has a cold. It’s best not to go see him and risk getting infected.”
Adrian dismissed her warning. “It’s okay. I’m very healthy and have a strong immune system. Aunty, I’m leaving now.”
With that, he took the painting and ran off.
Lea watched Tristan’s’ retreating figure, finding him increasingly different from the Tristan she remembered. It was strange. They looked identical/but they seemed like two different people.
After leaving Lea’s room, Adrian ran into Sophia, who had just come out of Thaddeus’ room.
Noticing that the little guy was about to run out of the suite, Sophia quickly stepped forward to stop him. “Where are you running off to so quickly?”
Adrian didn’t like Sophia. Whenever he saw her, his childlike innocence disappeared and was replaced by blatant disdain.
“I’m going back to find Dad.” Adrian muttered, his face stern.
Sophia knew this Tristan’ was not the Tristan she knew. Without the man around, she didn’t bother putting on a pleasant face for the child.
“What’s that in your hand? Show me!”
Adrian had no intention of showing her. He hid the rolled-up painting behind his back. “It’s a painting Auntie Lea gave me. I’m going to show it to Dad!”
Would Lea, that insufferable girl, really be so generous as to give her nominal son a painting?
Sophia smelled a rat. She reached out impatiently. “What painting? Show me first!”
Adrian frowned. “No. I want Dad to see it first!”
