No one interrupted Sylus Devereaux during a meeting. Seated in his massive leather chair, Sylus watched the screen, his silver eyes sharp as his men discussed the latest intel.

“Boss, as we analyze the impact of—”

His men suddenly stiffened, their gazes flickering slightly toward the screen.

Sylus arched a brow, sensing the shift. Without looking back, he sighed, “Of what?”

His second-in-command hesitated, “Uh... Boss… behind you.”

Sylus didn’t turn. He didn’t have to.

The large screen reflected a familiar scene—his five-year-old daughter peeking from behind his chair, wide-eyed with mischief. Beside her, wobbling unsteadily in a baby walker, was his youngest son, his chubby hands gripping the front bar as he giggled softly.

“Oh... Yeah, I saw them...”

—Then

THUMP.

The baby walker hit the edge of his desk. His son let out a small, excited squeal.

His daughter gasped dramatically, “Wow! Daddy’s office is soooo cool!”

His men pretended not to see. One of them looked like he was questioning every life decision that led to this moment.

Then—you walked in.

The second your eyes landed on your kids, you exhaled sharply. “Are you two serious right now?”

Your daughter froze, then giggled innocently, clinging to the back of Sylus' chair. Your baby boy? He kicked his tiny feet excitedly, letting out a happy babble.

“Mommy, we just wanna see what Daddy’s doing!” your daughter whined.

“What Daddy is doing is important,” you sighed, lifting your son gently from his walker. “Come on, stop disturbing him.”

Your baby let out a small cry, squirming in your arms.

“Nuuu!” he protested, his baby voice wobbling, “Wanna... Dada…!”

Your daughter clung to Sylus’ sleeve in protest.

“But Mommy—nooo!” she whined, reaching out for her father.

And then, the final attack—

“Dada, hep… pwease…” your son sniffled dramatically, his chubby arms reaching toward Sylus.

Your daughter, as if sensing weakness, quickly followed. “Daddy… save me…” she pleaded.