Tara turned to Tristan and said, "Third brother, look, your daughter is praising your intelligence."
A few people looked at Tristan.
Strangely, he just took a sip of wine, looking very calm, even with a hint of restrained gloom.
"Her mother is smart," he simply said.
His tone sounded like there was an unresolved knot in it.
Madam's smile was faint, as if she didn't want to continue the topic and said, "Let's eat, the food is getting cold."
After a while, Tessa couldn't hold back her anger and said coldly, "We are all family, and family should speak in unison. If a child is wrong, I think it's up to the elders to point it out."
She stared at Chloe and said, "You'd better change your temper and never say that you would rather die than return to this home. Saying such things is disrespectful to the elders and also shows that you are rude."
Chloe's indifferent expression changed slightly as she asked softly, "What do you mean by that?"
Tessa frowned, "You..."
