Tristan laughed nervously, his eyes darting around the room. "What, what, what do you mean?" he stuttered.
Cisco's gaze remained fixed on Tristan, his eyes burning with intensity. "Why didn't you tell me Elisa is Dylan's mom?" he asked again.
Tristan's face paled, and he swallowed hard. He tried to stand up, to escape the question, but Cisco's grip on his waist tightened, holding him in place.
Tristan took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Cisco's eyes never left his, filled with a deep concern.
"I don't mean to interrogate you," Cisco said softly. "I said we should talk, and I really need to talk. Please, tell me why you didn't tell me about Dylan being Elisa's son."
Tristan's voice trembled. "No, no, no. This is not something you should know. Please, let me go."
Cisco shook his head gently. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I will let you go until you tell me."
