Nicola returned quietly to her husband. "Или, возможно, он узнал, что его сестра не ребенок. Вряд ли наша дочь бы хорошо, чтобы его бахвальство и контроля. Она слишком похожа на мать." She looked at the boy.
"Forgive the rudeness that we are showing. Our family speaks many languages. Romanian, or actually, a dialect of it, is my home tongue, and I taught all of my children. Perhaps, one day, you will be family enough to know it, as well." She told him. Her eyes watched him quietly, finding out what his reaction would be to this.