Kiki was chilled by Monica's gaze, not because it was cold and ruthless, but because her deep understanding made Kiki inexplicably panic.
The most feared event still occurred, Monica and Jasper had figured out the cause and effect of this matter.
Kiki let out a heavy sigh, her limbs somewhat weak.
She admonished herself internally to remain calm; as long as she could steady them... as long as she could steady them, she could resolve the crisis.
Just a second before Monica spoke, Kiki suddenly ran over and grabbed her wrist, gradually increasing her grip, though her voice carried a tremble: "Isn't it over? Let's talk, shall we?"
Her gaze turned to Jasper, her voice bearing a hint of conciliation: "Shall we talk?"
Kiki turned to Tristan and said, "Dad, I need to talk to them properly about this matter. Only if we clear things up between ourselves can we solve this issue... can I take them to my room?"
Tristan frowned slightly: "I can't be present for this?"
