The old man's words echoed through the room, carrying an ironic and provocative tone. "It seems you've picked up a child to raise... Have you turned into a mother?"
He adjusted the hat on his head, looking at Marcelina with a mischievous smile. The way he said it made it seem like this was a recurring joke between them.
Marcelina, contrary to what I expected, didn't explode as usual. Her attitude shifted in a surprising way. Like a child trying to impress their father, she straightened up and pulled Oliver to her side. He looked happy but didn't dare to utter a word.
She seemed almost proud, as if presenting the boy like a trophy. "I've already made a contract with him! He's now my personal apprentice! Hurry! Finalize the procedures for him!"
She pulled out a stack of forms from the heavy bag she carried and handed them to the old man. He looked at the yellow papers and raised an eyebrow.
"A Sun? Well… I expected nothing less."
