Terry nervously fiddled with his fingers. He didn't dare meet Yuel's eyes. His voice grew even smaller.
"I... I woke up when Daddy arrived here."
Yuel widened his eyes. A flicker of genuine shock crossed his face.
Terry had awakened the moment he entered the underground auction house. Not only that, the child had separated from him, moved independently, and killed someone—all without Yuel sensing the slightest disturbance.
That level of talent was terrifying.
"Daddy!"
Seeing Yuel's expression remain so severe, Terry hurried forward on his short little legs.
He grabbed the hem of Yuel's coat and gave it a few gentle tugs. His voice turned soft and sweet.
"Daddy, let's go find Mother."
His eyes sparkled hopefully.
"Mother will definitely be happy when she finds out I can turn into a person now."
"Stand properly."
Yuel's expression remained cold. He wasn't about to let Terry distract him with cuteness. Not after what had happened.
"Why did you kill him?"
