Chapter 1513: Chapter 1512

Chapter 1512

Sophia arrived home after picking up some ketchup, only to find Tristan amusing himself with his

toys in the living room. Tristan’s father was nowhere in sight.

“Tristan, where's your dad?”

Tristan merely glanced up at Sophia, grunted, and ignored her. Instead, he called out towards the

bedroom. “Dad! The ketchup lady's back!”

Sophia was taken aback, not because Tristan was ignoring her, but because he referred to her as

“the ketchup lady. She felt a surge of annoyance. Wasn't it strange that Tristan’s father wasn't

keeping an eye on him?

Marcus, Tristan’s father, was usually overprotective and would never leave Tristan alone. Sophia put

the ketchup down and quickly headed towards the bedroom. On opening the door, she found

Marcus just shutting down his computer.

“Marcus, what have you been looking at? How could you leave Tristan alone like that? You always

say it's risky for a child his age to be left unsupervised.”

Marcus slowly turned around in his wheelchair. “You know how he gets with his toys. He won't run

off. I was only away for a moment. It's fine.”

Sophia's eyes darted to the recently closed laptop. With a teasing smile, she asked, “You came in

here just to use the computer? What could possibly be so captivating that it made you leave our

son alone?”

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Marcus maintained a poker face. “While we were watching TV earlier, there was an ad for a local

kindergarten. I thought I'd check out their credentials.”

“Kindergarten?” Sophia paused, furrowing her eyebrows. “Marcus, the ads on local TV are obviously

for local kindergartens. You're not thinking of enrolling Tristan here, are you?”

Sophia reminded him. “As soon as I've settled my father's affairs, we'll be leaving. How could Tristan

possibly attend kindergarten here on his own? Marcus, I know you're thinking of our son's future,

but there are plenty of excellent kindergartens back home. Tristan can go to anyone he wants

there!”

Marcus frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. “Let's not talk about other

scenarios. Tristan has spent most of his time at home with me and has had little exposure to the

outside world. He would have language issues abroad, making it difficult for him to adapt to a

kindergarten environment. I want him to attend kindefgarten in a native English environment.”

Sophia sighed. She had indeed overlooked the language barrier. But then she smiled. Marcus, our

son is a quick learner. Learning a new language wouldn't be a problem for him. Besides, there are

kindergartens with English-speaking environments. I promise to find a kindergarten that Tristan will

be happy to go to. We really shouldn't consider staying here. We won't get used to the lifestyle.”

Marcus didn’t argue. “It's up to you. I can't go out, so you'll have to handle all this.”

In fact, he had not been researching kindergartens at all. He had been checking his email, retrieving

a message from Balfour containing a rehabilitation plan suggested by the doctor.

Sophia seemed relieved to see Marcus wasn't insistent on staying. She didn’t want to stay either; she

disliked the local environment and was afraid the Blanchet family might find them.

She pushed Marcus out of the room. “Marcus, let's not rush into deciding about Tristan's

kindergarten. Once I've settled my father's affairs, we'll find the best kindergarten for Tristan. We'll

shortlist some good ones, and you can make the final pick.”

Marcus simply nodded without saying a word.

Sophia added. “I've got the ketchup. I'll start cooking for you and Tristan right away promise it'll turn

out better than yesterday's meal. That was my first time cooking, and I didn't quite get the heat

right. But today, I've watched many tutorials, and I'm sure you'll notice the improvement.”