Andrea watched Hendrix fidget and said with a smile, "Is that true, Hendrix?"
I...
After finding myself a seat, I held my chin and said solemnly, "Aunt Nerissa, how old were you when you left home?"
Nerissa didn't answer me, but Hendrix did. He quickly replied, "Fifteen years old!"
I raised my eyebrows, "Hendrix, Grandpa said that when you were five, you were sent to Mesville after your parents' accident. You only returned to Ucrebury when you were twenty. Does this mean you finished a whole pot of porridge at the age of five? Was the pot tiny, or did five-year-old Hendrix just have an incredible appetite?"
Hendrix narrowed his eyes and looked at me, "I actually hate pumpkin porridge."
Long story short, Nerissa had no idea what she was saying and was basically talking nonsense.
I shrugged and glanced indifferently at Nerissa, whose face was pale with embarrassment. Then, I picked up the bowl of porridge that Minnie had just brought to me and handed it to Hendrix. "Have some. We have things to do later."
Nerissa was probably unhappy that she got called out on her crap, but she still refused to let me have a good morning. She looked at Hendrix and said, "Hendrix, Andrea and I want to go to Roberts Group in a moment. Why don't you take us there since it'd be on the way?"
Hendrix took a sip of the porridge and looked at her blankly. "It's not on the way."
"We're all heading to Roberts Group, so why would that not be on the way?" Nerissa's expression looked sour already.
Andrea asked in a soft voice, "Hendrix, you don't really want to see me, do you?"
Hendrix raised his eyes and looked at her. He nodded his head and said seriously, "I don't!"
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