With one hand pulling each of them, regardless of the darkened expressions in the room from Tim Sullivan and Raine Sullivan, Leo raised his chin high and coolly led the two out.
Leo was only seven years old, still a child, and when he spoke, he didn't need to mind anyone's feelings or consider anything too deeply.
Even if he made mistakes or didn't understand manners, no one would blame him.
After all, children speak without reserve!
Arguing with a seven-year-old would only make adults look petty.
Ethan Laurent had planned to excuse himself anyway, and Leo's suggestion coincidentally aligned with his intentions.
The three of them all left afterward.
Raine Sullivan sat rigid in her seat, her eyes fixed in the direction where Ethan Laurent and Summer Ford disappeared. Her fingers, gripping the scalding teacup, had turned red from the heat unnoticed.
