Hearing this, Byron's eyes darkened. "Lynn, there's something I hope you understand."

"What is it?" Lynn asked.

"I don't plan to find a stepmother for Will, let alone allow him to acknowledge anyone other than his biological mother."

Lynn's face immediately fell, and she looked at him with a pitiful expression. "Why? It's me. Am I not good enough?"

Byron's eyes darkened. "I'm going to say it again. I can give you anything you want, except Will."

"Are you worried that Will won't accept me?" Lynn asked stubbornly. "I've gotten closer to him recently. I believe that with time, he'll accept me. Byron, if Will accepts me, you won't object, right?" Byron met Lynn's expectant gaze, but made no promises and offered no response.

Lynn looked indignant. "Byron, just wait and see. I'll definitely get Will to accept me!"

Determined to marry Byron, Lynn resolved to win Will's acceptance. She dragged her young son into the suite on the top floor of the Gold Spire Hotel.

Wearing his bear-eared hat, Maeve asked Theo seriously, "Tell me the truth. What did you do?"

"It's not a prank!" Theo retorted loudly. "I was just worried there was too much air in the car's tires, so I let some out!"

Maeve struggled to maintain her composure. She pinched the bear's ear on Theo's hat. "Theodore Reese, you better tell me which car's tire you punctured. Otherwise, if someone comes knocking because of this, I'll give you to them as a peace offering."

Using his full name, Maeve's threat immediately quieted Theo. "Alright, I'll tell you. It was a black Bentley," Theo said, reciting the license plate number to Maeve.

"A black Bentley? Five sixes on the license plate?" Maeve thought, stunned. That cold, indifferent figure instantly appeared in her mind. "He punctured his father's tires?" she thought, utterly shocked. "Well done!" she mused.

However… "Honey, there were so many cars in the parking lot. Why did you choose that car?" Maeve asked suspiciously.

Theo maintained an obedient facade. "Master used to say he charges rich people ten times more because they have money and it would be a waste not to 'rip them off.' That car looked the most expensive, so I thought if I was going to puncture a tire, I should choose that one."

After all, Theo was just a child with no money. Since he couldn't afford a gift for his deadbeat father, he decided this would do as his first ever present.

Maeve didn't understand her son's reasoning, but she couldn't praise him for such behavior. She merely scolded him lightly, making him promise not to puncture tires again, before giving him a glass of milk. He drank a glass of milk every night to help him grow taller.

While Theo showered, Maeve researched kindergartens in Kleymond. They would likely stay for a while, and Theo was nearing kindergarten age. Her priorities were teacher qualifications and school privacy. Kleymond wasn't a large city, so she wanted to avoid Theo accidentally encountering Byron's child.

This thought distracted her, bringing back memories of Byron's lies. "He said he didn't want or need a child. He just didn't want a child with me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have a child with Lynn a mere year after our divorce," Maeve thought, laughing mockingly at herself. This outcome was ultimately better; she wouldn't have to worry about Byron seeking custody of Theo.

On the third floor of Nightfall Manor, Byron entered Will's room with heavy steps. Seeing the boy meditating before the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyebrows twitched. Is he preparing to become religious? Byron wondered.

"Will," Byron called softly.

"Daddy, please wait a moment," the little boy said, eyes closed in a meditative pose. "I'm meditating to calm my mind. It's inappropriate to interact with anyone right now." Byron sighed and patiently sat on the sofa, waiting.

Half an hour later, the boy opened his eyes, a sense of clarity on his face. "Daddy, I understand now."

Byron raised an eyebrow. "What do you understand?"

"There are so many things in the world. Not everything can go according to my wishes," Will said calmly. "It's meaningless to be angry with others." This applied to the game as well; game-related matters should stay in the game's online world. Bringing it into reality was childish. The other person was likely afraid to confront him, making Will the victor.

Byron smirked. "Will, are you trying to ask me to be more tolerant?"

"Yes," Will said seriously. "Dad, let's grow together."

Byron's forehead twitched. First, Will had punctured his tires; now, he was meditating. Byron wondered if Will knew he'd been wrong and was trying to appease him to avoid punishment. However, Byron saw Will's efforts to calm him. In truth, Byron wasn't angry; he found it amusing.

"Do you like cars?" Byron asked gently. "I still have many limited-edition cars. Do you want to take a look?"

Will turned. "Dad, I've been interested in meditation drums recently. Can you buy one for me?"

Byron was speechless. "Don't even think about it," he finally said. No father would be happy with his son becoming religious.

Will lowered his head, his slightly curled hair making him look adorably cartoonish, even if this was a ploy. Byron's expression didn't change. "I can buy it for you, but you have to go to kindergarten."

Will immediately closed his eyes and put on a cool face. "I'm going to meditate and calm my mind. It's not appropriate to communicate with the outside world." Byron was speechless. If Will weren't his son, he would have thrown him out.

After leaving Will's room, Byron received a call from Archer. "Mr. McDaniel, Dr. Chatterly says he's sending his youngest disciple to treat the old man. If you agree, they'll come tomorrow." "Jaylen Chatterly? This man again?" Byron thought. His eyes darkened as he asked, "Who contacted him?"

"We didn't. The miracle doctor's assistant suddenly called," Archer said. "They consider it payment to Ms. Reese for saving Mr. Charles' life."