Aurora stared at Ava, watching each of her movements with interest in her eyes.

However, Ava was quite oblivious of her intent look as she was too busy stirring the content in the pan on the cooker.

“I hope you like it, Aurora,” Ava sneaked a quick look at her and let out with a cheery smile.

“Are you really not going to talk about it?” Aurora challenged, folding up her little arms around her chest.

Ava looked back at her cute little face which had gone twisted comically, “Talk about what, dear?”

“Zac. My Uncle,”

Ava’s lips upturned in a small smile, “What do you want me to talk...