Dillon and Chloe stopped in their tracks the moment they stepped out of their room. Their eyes immediately landed on Adrian, sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep. Chloe shot Dillon a knowing look—so last night’s fight hadn’t been resolved.
Their gaze drifted to the kitchen, where Elleri was moving around with practiced ease, preparing breakfast. The tension in the room was palpable.
“Tita, what happened? Why is Tito Adrian sleeping out here?” Dillon asked cautiously as he stepped closer to her.
“Sit down and eat. You’ll be late for school,” Elleri replied, her tone brisk but controlled.
Chloe sank into a chair. “Did you have another argument?” she asked, watching her aunt carefully.
“We always do. No surprise there.” Elleri shrugged, acting indifferent, but the way she focused on choppin
