"Where's the little boy?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. William began to respond, but before he could utter a word, a tiny voice piped up, "Here!" August appeared, his little hands raised in excitement.
"I'll just go check on the food" Kaida announced, getting up from her seat and heading back to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, August finished his drink and eagerly dropped the carton, his eyes fixed on a worn-out toy lying on the floor. "Plushie toy!" he exclaimed, picking it up and tossing it into the air, catching it with a grin. "See plushie toy!" he proudly displayed it to William, holding it up high.
Yuna's eyes widened in surprise as she spotted the toy. "Where on earth did you get that?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. August looked up at her with a sheepish expression, "Over there," he said, pointing to Yuna's room on the second floor.
Yuna's face turned stern as she realized the toy didn't belong to August.
"That's not yours," she said firmly, snatching the toy out of August's hands. "You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you," she lectured.
August's face crumpled, and he burst into tears.
William, who had been watching the scene unfold, tried to intervene, "Hey, don't cry, I'll buy you a new one" he said softly, attempting to comfort August. However, August was too upset to listen, and his tears continued to flow.
William turned to Yuna with a pleading expression, his eyes locked onto hers. "Yuna, please, can you give it to him?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle persuasion. Yuna, however, remained unmoved, her grip on the toy unwavering. This toy held a special place in her heart, and she was determined not to let it go.
William continued to gaze at her, his eyes filled with a silent appeal. He could see the resolve in Yuna's eyes, but he hoped to wear her down with his persistence.
So, he waited, his eyes never leaving hers. With a mix of August's cries and her uncle's pleasing eyes, finally Yuna's resolve began to waver.
With a sigh, she relented, her grip on the toy loosening. "Fine," she said, her voice softening, "but you have to promise me nothing will happen to it." She handed the toy back to August, her eyes issuing a warning.