"What kind of scores?" Terry asked Yuel warily. "I'm warning you—if you bully me, I'm going to tell Mom."
His daddy wasn't afraid of him, but his daddy was definitely afraid of Mom.
"Heh," Yuel chuckled softly. "When we get back today, feel free to complain all you want and see if your mom shields you."
Terry: "..."
Yuel reached out and poked Terry a couple of times. The chubby, milky little thing was actually quite adorable. Looking at him now, Yuel felt a bit reluctant to punish him.
Tumbled around like a little roly-poly toy in Yuel's palm by the pokes, Terry remained speechless.
"Let me ask you something," Yuel said, pulling his hand back and looking at Terry seriously. "Is your inherited memory still intact?"
Terry glanced at him and remained silent. He already figured it out, so why is he even asking?
"Judging by your reaction, I was right." Yuel picked him up and inspected him closely.
