"Mommy! Why did we leave the line? And why are we in a hurry?" Venedict asked me with a puzzled expression as I pulled him along, eventually lifting him when he couldn't keep up.
"Haha, I lost my appetite there, my dear, because there were too many people," I explained to him.
"But I'm hungry, mommy!" Venedict protested, tugging at my heartstrings with his pleading gaze. Despite his hunger, I couldn't help but still continue walking.
"Ah, is that so, my dear? Don't worry, let's eat somewhere else, is that okay with you?" I reassured him, guiding us towards a restaurant far from where Victor's mom and Venice went.
I silently expressed gratitude that Venedict didn't notice Venice and her grandma entering Jollibee, preventing their potential encounter.
But why, out of all the places they could go, did they choose Jollibee? Don't they have enough money to dine in fancier restaurants?" I pondered silently, questioning their decision in my thoughts.
