Cain couldn't raise his head and soon tears streamed down his face.

"Heuk…! Heuk…!”

Even if the kid seemed to act unlike his age, in the end, he was still a kid. But I couldn't look at him sympathetically. It would have been fine if he was a kid from an ordinary family, but for the child of a high family, wasn't showing tears the same as saying, "I'm vulnerable, please take advantage of me"? As Cain cried, Caesar and Arietta hurriedly tried to console him, but I raised my hand to stop them. It was not good for the kid's growth to comfort him here. It was cruel, but it was better for the child to experience this early. I nodded towards Caesar, then the kettle. He sighed softly, got up and began to boil water. As I waited silently, Cain slowly put himself together and wiped away his tears. Caesar poured some tea and gave it to the calmed little boy.

"Sorry… Oh, thank you."

Cain drank slowly and settled himself down. Once he seemed completely calm, I spoke in a low voice.

"That was pathetic. Now you said you were your father's representative. That means you carry the same duty and authority. You should have tried to negotiate using the authority given to you, not cry at my questioning."

Cain blushed and lowered his head again, embarrassed by my harsh remark.

"Now, give it a try. We happen to have...