"Mother, your relationship with Uchiha Shimizu isn't simple, is it? I haven't told Father about this yet, but I want to talk to you."
"Itachi!"
Mikoto couldn't help but raise her voice.
Fugaku, sitting in the courtyard, and Sasuke, who was playing nearby, both cast their gazes over.
Mikoto hurriedly lowered her voice, subconsciously untying the apron she wore over her clothes to mask the panic in her heart.
She attempted to reply in a calm tone:
"Do not make wild guesses about the relationship between Mother and your brother Qingshui. Qingshui is a child I watched grow up."
"But..."
"That is enough, Itachi. Do not speak nonsense when there is no logic to it."
Mikoto interrupted Itachi, who was about to continue speaking.
Does Mother mean she will only admit it if there is evidence?
Itachi parted his lips, seemingly wanting to say something about his mother's transparent attempt to cover things up.
"Big Brother, what are you and Mother talking about?"
Sasuke trotted in from outside on his short legs.
Looking at Sasuke's innocent face, Itachi realized that if this family were to fall apart, it would inevitably have a huge impact on him.
In the end, Itachi said nothing, instead forcing a smile as he said:
"It's nothing, Sasuke. I just made Mother angry."
"Ye... yes, that's right."
Mikoto echoed Itachi's answer.
Late at night.
Mikoto was too anxious to sleep.
"Mother, your relationship with Uchiha Shimizu isn't simple, is it..."
Itachi's question kept echoing in her mind.
Does Itachi already know about my relationship with Qingshui? Where exactly did I show signs that something was wrong?
Mikoto could not fathom it, and a sense of estrangement toward her own son began to grow in her heart.
Itachi had been brilliant since he was small.
But