Zachary gently exhaled and said, "Well, buddy, your idea is great, but Aunt Sienna is quite busy these days. She might not be able to visit right now."
It was the safest response he could think of at the moment. It sounded careful, neutral, and reasonable.
He honestly hoped it would be enough to stop Skylar from asking further questions tonight.
Unfortunately for him, he had severely underestimated his own son.
Instead of looking disappointed, Skylar’s entire face brightened immediately.
"Then call her now, Dad," he said without missing a beat. "I’ll talk to her myself. She won’t refuse me. I’m a very convincing boy."
Zachary was genuinely caught off guard by his son’s confidence.
"...Why are you so sure about that?"
Skylar looked equally confused by the question. "Because pretty people never lie," he answered simply, as if stating a universal truth everyone should already know.
For a second, Zachary nearly laughed out loud. He barely managed to stop himself.
"Where exactly did you hear something like that?" he asked, amusement slipping into his voice. "I think that’s not entirely true."
"It’s totally true, Dad." Skylar shook his head firmly, clearly offended.
"Oh, you think so?" Zachary crossed his arms slightly, already sensing trouble. "May I know who taught you that?"
"Aunt Sienna," Skylar replied instantly.
Zachary choked. Not dramatically, but enough that he had to turn his head slightly and clear his throat before speaking again.
"...She said that?" he repeated carefully, his calm expression finally cracking for a split second.
Skylar nodded with absolute seriousness. "Yes." Then he added confidently, "So she definitely won’t lie to me, right, Dad!?"
Zachary stared at his son in silence.
Somewhere between disbelief and reluctant amusement, he found himself losing the ability to argue properly. He could already imagine Sienna saying something ridiculous like that with a perfectly straight face while Skylar listened to her as if she were delivering ancient wisdom.
’This child really doesn’t make things easy...’
He dragged a hand slowly through his hair before finally sighing in defeat.
"Alright," he said at last. "I’ll call her."
However, seeing Skylar’s sparkling eyes, Zachary regretted his words.
"But," he added before the boy could celebrate too much, "you need to go to sleep first."
The excitement on Skylar’s face faded immediately.
"I’ll tell you tomorrow whether she agrees or not," Zachary continued calmly, his tone carrying that unmistakable finality that usually ended all negotiations.
Skylar stared at him quietly for several long seconds, clearly debating whether or not he should continue fighting for his cause.
Then, narrowing his eyes slightly, he asked suspiciously, "Dad... are you using your business voice on me right now?"
Zachary was stunned. "...What do you mean?"
"The voice," Skylar repeated seriously while pointing at him. "The one that means ’discussion finished.’"
Zachary can’t help but genuinely laugh. A quiet, helpless laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
"Sky, you notice too much."
"That means I’m smart," Skylar said, looking extremely pleased with himself.
"It means you should already be in bed, young man."
"See...?" Skylar sighed dramatically. "Daddy, business voice again."
...
At Orchid Garden Apartment.
Sienna stepped into her apartment.
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