Time seemed to stretch into eternity before the doorbell rang. She made her way to the door, opening it to find a familiar figure that made her heart skip a beat.

Jason stood there, wrapped in a long coat, a chill emanating from him as if he carried the winter breeze on his shoulders. His deep-set eyes were hidden behind glasses, his demeanor unreadable yet carrying a hint of concern and restraint.

Tears welled up in Sophia's eyes as she choked out, "What are you doing here?"

Stepping inside, Jason held up a thermos, "Have you eaten anything?"

"Just a little."

"Go wash your face, then come and eat," Jason said, heading toward the dining area.

"I just washed my face," Sophia replied, following him.

"Go wash it again, and no more tears!" Jason insisted with gentle firmness.

Sophia went to freshen

dishes. The comforting smell of the food seemed to soothe her turmoil,

else for now. Eat," Jason handed her the utensils, adding, "Someone once told me, no matter what's going on, eating is the most important thing." Sophia managed a weak smile

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Sophia finished eating, Jason handed her a tissue and took the dishes to the kitchen. His voice was soft but firm, "Clean up, then tell me what happened." Sophia watched him busy in the kitchen, then settled

cup of calming tea, offering it to her,

bit more at ease as she recounted the day's

expression darkened, his aura turning cold as he suddenly

"Jason!"

him, barefoot, and

he was ready to

out, "Did I raise you

taken aback by the intensity of

her stress. He calmed himself, saying, "Your parents aren't here. It's my responsibility to look after you.

Jason's gaze was icy, his

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