"Does Horith know that you come to places like this often?" Halueth finally couldn't help but ask.
"Horith" was the name of their biological father.
"Of course, he doesn't know. I'm the obedient and well-behaved child in our father's eyes, aren't I?" Ylyndar blinked his eyes and, upon arrival, skillfully opened the door to a private room.
The two of them took their seats on the sofa, and Ylyndar intentionally brought up their past in the Zetino family.
"Do you still remember when we were in elementary school? I secretly drank the red wine hidden in father's study, and my mom found out. She went as far as breaking the wine bottle and framed you for it. You've always been a bit slow, and even though it wasn't your fault, my mom and I insisted that only you had entered the study that day. In the end, you believed it was your fault for accidentally knocking over the box with the red wine." Ylyndar said, offering him a glass of red wine.
