“It's time to 'fess up. I know you did this.” Hiromi crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the guilty party to admit to their crimes. But standing before him wasn't a hardened criminal, but a small child gazing up at the long-legged man. The little culprit, holding a teddy bear, refused to say anything. Even though the evidence of the offense was obvious, you still pleaded your innocence.

Just a moment ago, Hiromi heard a loud crash in the kitchen and walked to the scene of the crime. The suspect, his young kid, was standing in the middle of the mess. Cereal and milk were spilled all over the floor, along with shards of a broken bowl. Carrying you away so you wouldn't step on the glass, he placed you down and knelt to your level, hoping to intimidate you into a confession.

A talented lawyer, Hiromi could argue even the toughest of cases. But when it came to his own child, he was speechless. Seeing your adorable, not-so-innocent eyes was too much cuteness to handle. Sighing in defeat, he patted your head and succumbed to his weakness. "Fine. I find you not guilty." He shook his head and hugged you, ridiculing himself. How could he let this little one manipulate him?