Maeve pondered for a long time, unable to figure out what went wrong. Byron's inscrutable expression offered no clues to confirm her guess. "What's for breakfast?" Byron caught her gaze and turned on his heel.

Maeve hummed casually, "Spaghetti and donuts. It'll be ready after it's heated up. By the way, find some vegetables for me. It's healthy..." Her voice softened under Byron's smiling gaze, until finally, she shut her mouth in frustration. "What am I doing? Why am I ordering him around like this? We're divorced. Maeve, remember it!" "Forget it, I'll go myself." Just as she pursed her lips to leave, she heard Byron's low, magnetic voice: "I'll go. Just vegetables. Can you tell the difference between spring onions and leeks?"

Maeve's eyes wavered as she watched him go. A sudden pang of something—waves of emotion—almost overwhelmed her. Forcibly suppressing them, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

When breakfast was almost ready, Will woke up and, using the excuse of needing help reaching a towel, called Byron into the bathroom. Simultaneously, Theo stealthily slipped out of the apartment, then re-entered as if just arriving. The entire process was smooth and flawless, remarkably natural.

Will washed up and, instead of going to the dining table, hugged Maeve. "I'm not dreaming," the little boy whispered softly in her ear, "Good morning, Mommy."

Maeve's heart swelled. She still couldn't believe it was real, but finally, her heart calmed. "Good morning, my good boy," she said, kissing his cheek and seating him next to Theo. She then kissed Theo's cheek, her back to Byron.

"Did you give him my morning kiss? Really?" Theo blinked playfully. "You can't get away with that tomorrow!"

Maeve tapped his forehead. "Drama queens don't get breakfast."

Theo feigned obedience. "People say we can't starve children."

Byron approached, his face dark. Raising an eyebrow, he asked Theo, "Why are you here so early? Freeloading?"

"Mommy paid for it," Theo said in a cute voice. "I can come here every day to eat and sleep with her. I heard someone can't even afford rent. Shameful!" He'd heard from his mother that the "Great Demon King" couldn't afford rent! His wealth clearly wasn't as substantial as his chubby belly.

Byron pulled out a chair, glancing at Maeve before saying slowly to Theo, "I'm willing to pay, but she's not willing to accept it."

Maeve's face flushed; she gritted her teeth. They weren't talking about the same kind of "rent." Neither wanted that kind of payment.

When Will saw Byron eating breakfast, surprise filled his round eyes. "Daddy, don't you usually eat breakfast?" His father insisted he eat breakfast before eight, but only ever had coffee himself. He'd tried to get his father to eat, but to no avail. Byron paused slightly, swallowing his spaghetti before replying, "Don't talk with your mouth full."

Will was speechless. Maeve, though unsure of their conversation, frowned at Will's words. She wanted to ask Byron if he'd started eating breakfast for his health, but she hesitated; it was too personal a question.

Lowering her eyes, she said to Theo, "Your mommy is busy. If you can't stay home alone, come here. I'll take you to kindergarten."

"Thank you!" Theo nodded.

Maeve smiled at Will. "Will, do you go to kindergarten? Which one?"

Will's eyelashes fluttered; he slowed his chewing. Byron glanced at his son but remained silent.

After a moment, Will said, "Isa Langton."

Byron was surprised. He and the psychiatrist had worked for over six months to no avail, yet Maeve had achieved a breakthrough with a single sentence.

"Then you and Leo are in the same kindergarten!" Maeve's eyes shone. "You can go together."

Seeing her gentle smile, Will's reluctance vanished, replaced by anticipation. He said, "I've been suspended. I need Dad's help with re-enrollment. Then I can go to school with Leo. Dad, you said if I went back to school, you'd grant me one wish."

Byron nodded slightly. "Yes, go ahead."

"The manor is too far from kindergarten," Will said seriously. "It's inconvenient, so I want to live here. Is that okay?"

"Anything but staying in someone else's house," Byron said, his expression unchanging.

Maeve's excitement faltered. Byron's rejection made sense; how could a parent allow their child to live in a stranger's house?

"Dad, you've misunderstood," Will blinked. "I remember the building belongs to you. We can live here together. It's convenient for kindergarten, right?"

Byron looked at him calmly and nodded. "Do you have to stay here?"

Will, sensing the shift in tone, nodded. "I think the apartment across the street is good, Dad. What do you think?"

He'd already chosen a place. This wasn't spontaneous.

A hint of a smile played on Byron's lips. After a while, he said reluctantly, "I'll consider it."

Theo rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's okay, even if your father doesn't agree, you can stay here. We welcome you! Just ditch the father who doesn't care about his child's feelings. I'll be your father!" His excitement grew as he revealed his bold ambition.