Minghao ate her breakfast mechanically, her sharp mind working through the puzzle piece by piece. Her parents had left suddenly without proper goodbyes. Twilight was being deliberately evasive. Nanny Yun was hiding something.
Something had happened, something related to whatever her mother had been involved in that night she came home covered in what definitely hadn't been paint.
But Minghao was intelligent enough to know when to stop pushing. Some answers would only come with time. And some secrets were kept for good reasons, to protect rather than deceive.
She caught Twilight's eye across the counter and saw a flicker of understanding there, a silent acknowledgment that yes, there was more to the story, but no, now wasn't the time to discuss it.
"Okay," Minghao said finally, returning her attention to her breakfast. "Thank you for taking care of us, Twilight."
