Within the Feralle residence, Trisha and her mother sat at the same table. However, the mother didn't seem to be enjoying the moment for some reason.
"Is there a problem, Mom?"
Trisha asked as she was distributing the three cups of tea on the table.
"A problem?"
Trisha's mother was baffled and looked at her daughter, thinking if she was getting played at.
"I... can I have private time with you?"
She looked at Trisha with a serious expression.
"What? What for?"
But before Trisha could finish what she was saying, her mother have already left the table. Trisha then followed her mother.
"Trisha...! What is the meaning of this...!?"
By the turn over the corner, Trisha was met with the angry look of her mother as she whispered.
"What? Tell me."
But Trisha continued to play dumb.
"Why did you bring that man here? Do you have any idea what you're doing? So what? You're friends now?"
