The Grand Prodigy Gone Wrong

III

Cale continued to stare at the ceiling. His treatment changed when he got the cufflinks. His parents' expressions were troubled, but because he could not understand anything, he just gurgled like an obedient baby while flashing them his capitalistic smile.

"Aww, he rarely smiles, but he is so adorable!"

The countless squeals forced him to perform Oscar-worthy acting. He became accustomed to any and all embarrassing situations.

I am so proud of myself.

He found joy in having his mother dot on him more and more, to the point where she now enjoys kissing his buttcheeks.

Right now, he's either inside his grandpa's room, staring at him or the ceiling, or just sleeping through the day.

He had an inkling that his baby instincts had betrayed him.

This old man should be leaving him on his own but he's here, beside this obnoxious grandpa, while his belly is being rubbed. He can see his father smiling like an angel as he remains totally innocent.

Should I terrorize this palace?

His cute bum should be enough to put everyone here in place.

"Guh, gah."

"Hungry?"

"Huwyaaahhh." He began gurgling. He honestly thought that his belly was itchy and he ended up liking how he rubbed his belly. "Guh! Hyaaah!'

Amazing, Kim Roksu, you've earned the attention of everyone inside the conference hall! Even anger and disgust!

"Kiyaaahaaaaa!"

The solemn office was filled with his laughter. Well, it's better than seeing his grandpa with angry veins on his forehead. It'll be bad if he strangles him out of annoyance from his stupid uncles.

"Yes. Yes. You want up?"

His grandpa took him from his crib. His father was calmly watching them, while his grandpa kissed his cheeks. It's annoying to get kissed by old hags but his grandpa is the exception since his breath was minty, unlike those old hags!

He was placed on his grandpa's lap. He comfortably lean on him, with his toes tapping each other. He can't help but move his little arms while tapping his grandpa's arm!

But...

His eyes twinkled the moment he saw that gold turtle stamp.

It's so shiny, he can't tear his gaze away. He leans on the table and began reaching for it. He looked at his father, who's finally wearing a very troubled expression.

"No. don't play with that."

Too bad, he can't understand what's he's saying but his instincts tells him he want that one.

"UGH!" he frowned and opted to cry. His baby instincts kicking in. He ended up on the table reaching for the stamp which made everyone's eyes widen in... excitement? Surprise?

He gurgles once more and reach for his toes while adorably hugging the stamp!

He can't help it! He munchs on it!

"Abubu... kiyaaah."

The entire hall went silent.

What are they doing?

He looked around and held a piece of paper. His small fingers couldn't hold the paper yet, so he ended up crumpling it.

"Interested with business already, huh?"