"They'll be back before you know it," Nanny Yun said warmly, patting his hand. "Now eat. I made your favorite, the pork is extra tender today."
Minghao let the subject drop, but her mind continued working as she ate the admittedly delicious lunch. Twilight's answer had been smooth, too smooth. And the elaborate lunch setup, the personal pickup, the reassurances, it all felt orchestrated to keep her from worrying or asking more questions.
But she was Huo Minghao. She was too smart to be easily distracted.
Whatever her parents were really doing, wherever they actually were, it was clearly something they didn't want her to know about. Something significant enough to require this level of careful management.
She thought back to her mother arriving home covered in "paint" that had looked an awful lot like blood. To the tension she'd sensed. To the sudden departure without proper goodbyes.
