The response to Laura Pinley was a deep sigh from Damien Morris.
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Inside the car.
Arlo Seys was quietly driving, while Ariel Morris in the passenger seat looked at his indifferent profile, pursing her lips and speaking somewhat dejectedly, "Arlo—do you not like my parents?"
His silence at the dinner table and the cold indifference when saying goodbye, she had seen it all clearly.
Arlo Seys' fingers tightened on the steering wheel, his expression calm and natural, "Ariel, you're overthinking. You know, I've always been indifferent by nature, and I'm not very familiar with your parents, so I spoke less."
"Don't lie to me, Arlo, I can tell what you're thinking from just a slight frown," Ariel said with a faint smile. "If you don't like it, I'll come on my own next time."
Arlo Seys pressed his thin lips together, "Ariel, what do your parents mean to you?"
Ariel paused for a moment, then spoke, "Without them, there wouldn't be the me today."
