Chapter 1468


    Chapter 1468


    “Why are you crying?” Sophia grumbled at the weepy figure sprawled on the ground. She looked up to


    see that it was none other than Tristan.


    “Ouch, it hurts.” Tristan grimaced as he clutched his scraped knee.


    Sophia was puzzled. When did Tristan join her outside?


    Wait, even if Tristan had followed her out, how had he managed to collide with her head-on?


    Rubbing her twisted ankle, Sophia got up. “Tristan, where did you go? How did youe from that


    direction?”


    The child who bumped into Sophia was indeed Tristan.


    Tristan had just rushed out of the restroom, fearful of being caught by his brother, Baber, and Quinton.


    His hurried steps led him straight into Sophia.


    Caught off guard by Sophia’s question, the little boy’s cry hitched. He looked guilty, unsure of how to


    exin himself, and blurted out the truth. “I… I just


    came from the restroom.”.


    Sophia was taken aback. Had Tristan gone to the restroom?


    But she was sure she had been the first to leave to use the restroom. She hadn’t seen Tristan pass her


    to get there first.


    Sophia looked around in confusion. She peered ahead, then back.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    The restroom could indeed be reached from the other direction around the courtyard. Could the child


    have run that fast?


    He had actually circled around?


    Tristan, still in pain from the fall, couldn’t stop his tears. “I want Daddy…”


    The auction house was eerily quiet, and the child’s cries were piercingly loud. He drew curious nces


    from all those around. The situation was quite awkward.


    With no other choice, Sophia scooped Tristan up. “Alright, behave. The auction is about to begin: Don’t


    make a scene and disturb others.”


    She was worried that this might affect the auction of her father’s property.


    Tristan didn’t resist Sophia’s hold, but he didn’t lean into it either. He simply allowed her to carry him


    back to their private room.


    Inside the room, Marcus sat quietly in his wheelchair while sipping his coffee. His expression was


    distant; he was seemingly lost in thought.


    After hearing the door open, he nced up, surprised to see Sophia and Tristan. “Didn’t you just


    leave? How did you get back so fast?”


    As Sophia prepared to exin the incident, Tristan squirmed out of her arms and threw himself at his


    father, crying, “Daddy…”


    Marcus frowned as he looked at his son whimpering pitifully on hisp. “What happened? Didn’t you


    say you were going to apologize to Sophia? Why are you crying again?”


    Tristan didn’t understand what his father meant. He had just now seen his father. When did he say he


    wanted to apologize to Sophia? And why should he apologize?


    Furthermore, he didn’te home allst night. Wasn’t his father worried?


    Sophia, having heard the conversation between Marcus and Tristan, asked, “Marcus, are you saying


    that Tristan chased after me to apologize?”


    Marcus looked up at Sophia. His expression confirmed the answer. “After you left, reprimanded him a


    bit. He realized his mistake and said he wanted to apologize to you.”


    So that was it.


    Sophia had initially found it strange that Tristan had run headlong into her. But after hearing Marcus’s


    exnation, it seemed usible.


    Tristan had run out to find her, took a wrong turn, circled around, and bumped into her again.