Cecilia led Nico to the car but didn't say a word to her even after they were seated.
Noticing Cecilia's unusual quietness, Nico, who always cared deeply about Cecilia's mood, gently tugged at her sleeve.
"Mommy, I was wrong," she admitted softly.
"Tell me, what did you do wrong?" Cecilia asked, her tone gentle yet her expression serious.
Nico gazed down, guilt evident in her voice. "I shouldn't have broken their antique vases."
She bit her lip hesitantly and blinked, not daring to look at Cecilia, her lashes gradually wet by her tears.
Seeing Nico's remorseful state, Cecilia felt a twinge of heartache.
She wrapped her arms around Nico, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
"What you actually did wrong," Cecilia explained, "was not taking good care of yourself."
Nico looked up, c
