Byron nearly fell victim to the corrupt Bennett Company until Theo, his son, alerted him to the scheme. Others sensed Byron's anger, but Theo perceived it as frustration at near deception. Theo, strangely, found satisfaction in his father's fury.

"Tell me, how did you know the proposal stemmed from an international fraud case in 2005?" Byron asked casually. While a few points remained unclear, the explanation was acceptable.

"I read about it a long time ago," Theo replied honestly. He enjoyed reading diverse material, from astronomy and geography to unusual stories and even business proposals.

Byron chuckled. "How do you know so many details from something you read long ago? Don't you only read comics these days?"

This question instantly alerted Theo. He knew his father's intent. Had Theo not hacked the manor's security cameras and witnessed Will reading fiction, he might have been caught. "I prefer fiction, but that doesn't mean I don't read other things," Will (Theo) replied calmly. "Besides, I just helped you immensely. Shouldn't you thank me?" Their resemblance provided cover; the Great Demon King wouldn't suspect him.

Byron's doubts subsided. "Oh, so you want something in return?"

"Anything I want?" Will winked.

Byron nodded. "Ask away."

Will presented a catalog and smiled. "I want every dress in this catalog."

Byron's smile faltered. "What for?"

"To wear them!"

Byron looked conflicted. "Will, you're a boy, right?"

"Can't boys wear dresses?"

"No, you can't."

Theo, playing the role of Will, dramatically flopped onto the sofa. "I don't care! I want those dresses! Every day! And I'll make a scene if you refuse!" He knew his brother would be the one embarrassed.

Byron felt mortified by Will's unreasonable demand. It reinforced his suspicion of dual personalities. Normally, Will would isolate himself; this outburst was unexpected. Byron suspected this change began after Will met Maeve. He concealed his suspicion, saying calmly, "Okay, I'll buy you those dresses."

"Really?" Will's eyes lit up. "And a cabinet full of Barbie dolls!"

Byron sighed. "Fine."

Theo looked smug. Though the outcome was predictable, he hoped his brother would enjoy the gifts.

Upon arrival, Will was furious, confused about the gifts. He refused to let the butler put them in his room, immediately suspecting Theo. Dad would never give me these without a reason! he thought.

Meanwhile, Byron emerged from the shower and found Will at the door, seething. "What happened?"

"Dad, return those things," Will said sullenly.

"Didn't you want them earlier?"

Will blushed. Theo did this on purpose! I don't want them!

Byron wouldn't budge. "You're responsible for your words. Why the change of heart?"

Will hesitated. "What if he's not joking? Maybe I should just let it go."

"Okay, Dad."

Byron nodded, instructing the butler to place the items in Will's room.

Byron approached Will, rubbing his hair gently. "Is something bothering you? Tell me."

Will decided to keep his twin's actions secret, preferring Byron discover it himself. "I'm fine, Dad."

Byron sighed, his expression complex. "Go to sleep."

"Good night, Dad."

Byron, looking at the closed door, instructed the butler to summon a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist arrived. "Sir, you say your son experiences mood swings, becoming a different person?"

Byron's face tightened. "Yes, more than once. This morning he wanted dresses and dolls; now he wants them gone."

"Has this happened before?"

"No."

"Any significant events or encounters?"

After a pause, Byron revealed Will’s recent meeting with his mother and subsequent illness, even calling his mother in his sleep.

"I see," the psychiatrist nodded. "He may have a delusional disorder stemming from a chronic lack of maternal love. A coping mechanism."

"Is it serious?"

"Possibly mild autism. It could impact him long-term. Addressing the root cause might help."

Byron's eyes narrowed. "Let Will see his mother?"

"Yes. Children need both parents. Try it."

The room fell silent. Byron tapped his fingers, deep in thought. "Any other suggestions?"

"I need to observe him first."

"Understood. You may leave."

After the psychiatrist's departure, Byron leaned on his arm, his gaze falling to the documents he'd been signing. Maybe it's a phase. He'll realize his mother's presence isn't necessary. But what if it is? He closed his eyes, ink smudging the paper.

It was Valentine's Day, a year after Byron and Maeve's wedding. Maeve, unusually busy with last-minute Valentine's Day orders, was preoccupied.

When Byron arrived for lunch, Maeve, remembering the day, felt excited, surprised by the Great Demon King's apparent romance, having heard nothing from him earlier.

A bouquet of roses arrived—on every table, the waiter explained, much to Maeve's disappointment. Byron noticed her deflated mood. "What's wrong?"

Maeve hoped for a hidden gift, but found none. Arriving at their next destination, Maeve followed Byron silently as he stopped. He gestured toward a hot air balloon. As they ascended, he said softly, "Maeve, look up."

Maeve saw fireworks forming rose patterns in the night sky. The final firework was a silver rose.

"Do you like it?" Byron smiled. "A rose only for you."

Remembering her disappointment at lunch, Maeve’s eyes filled with emotion. "I love it! I love the show, and I love you!"

Byron pulled her close. "I love you more."

Maeve's heart swelled with love. The end.