Gift

Sensing the shift in his demeanor, Asselin calmly asked, "Would you like to open your presents now?"

Her composure mirrored her understanding of Yon's temperament, neither surprised nor disappointed by his reaction.

It had long been an intriguing observation that Yon, since the day his mother passed, had been slightly off, but after meeting his siblings he was awfully silent and... lost.

Even at the tender age of one, when most babies would throw tantrums out of nowhere, especially at night, seemingly to purposefully rob their families of a good night's sleep and peace...

...these miseries!

"Eek!"

The one-year-old toddler, with twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks, squealed in surprise.

Clutching the parchment he had just swiped from the ground, he looked around, realizing he had been caught red-handed by his nana.

The look on his face was priceless, as if he had been caught stealing candy.

His sudden reaction seemed to have given him away as his caretaker approached him.

"My,