Tristan said nothing to Alan and entered the house.
Alan trailed Tristan from behind with a smile on his face. He felt relieved that the young Master didn't cancel this dinner, unlike the last time.
When Tristan entered the living room, Jessica was the first to notice him. She stood up from her seat, and with a broad smile, she walked over to him.
"My son, you are finally here. Oh, dear, you look so handsome as always... come, come... give your mother hugs. Oh my, I miss you so much, Tristan." She said while opening her arms.
"Mother," Tristan accepted her hug gently, but his expression remained the same, calm but expressionless.
Jessica released her hug and looked at Tristan, "Why didn't you come to meet us sooner? You already know we returned from our holiday, right?"
"Mother, I know. But I'm so busy with the company. I don't have free time."
