Chapter 1499


    From the moment Damian hit the terrible twos, Bernard found himself scheming like a cat burr just


    to spend some alone time with Eleanor. His usual tactic was to lull the tyke to sleep and then whisk him


    away to dreand. But like clockwork, it would take just one try before Damian would pop open his


    eyes and unleash his cries.


    Craving the uninterrupted passion they once enjoyed, which often meant a good seven or eight rounds


    of unabashed romance, Bernard resorted to dropping the little brat off at Cedric’s ce.


    At first, Cedric didn’t mind ying the asional babysitter. But after a while, he started to raise an


    eyebrow. Observing Bernard’s pattern, he realized Bernard’s libido was the reason behind these


    frequent visits. Damian was simply being offloaded for the sake of parental ytime.


    Each time Bernard dropped off his son, Cedric found the perfect opportunity to rib him, though


    Bernard’s prepared. He’d plop Damian on the floor, spin on his heel, and exit without a backward


    nce.


    However, this little boy found a way to deal with it.


    Cedric would often recount how his two kids, couldn’t outwit or outfight Damian, who they dubbed ‘The


    Little Tyrant’. He drove them to tears daily with his mischief.


    It was one thing for Damian to gue the sibling duo, but Cedric soon found himself on the receiving


    end of the toddler’s antics.


    “What kind of mischief are we talking about?” Eleanor asked, ever the skeptic about her son’s angelic


    demeanor.


    Cedric drew a picture with his words, telling her that Damian yed the angel whenever Hailey was


    around. But the moment she stepped out, the boy became a terror, insisting that only Uncle Cedric


    should hold him. Sure, the kid was a mere tot, light as a feather, but try cradling that bundle of energy


    all day, and even the strong Cedric couldn’t do the job.


    Juggling Damian and consoling the weepy twins, Cedric’s days were squandered in a whirlwind of


    childcare instead of his beloved tech research. His brain buzzed louder than a motherboard on


    overdrive. With no other choice, Cedric sabotaged Bernard’s love life and returned the little devil to his


    rightful throne at home.


    Eleanor, hearing this, refused to believe it. In her eyes, Damian was quiet but well-behaved, a


    sentiment Hailey shared. But Cedric insisted the boy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, barely able to lift


    his arms from exhaustion, he slumped in his chair, casting a look of betrayed exhaustion at Bernard.


    The man at the head of the table simply arched an eyebrow andid a reassuring hand on Damian’s


    head.


    At three years old, Bernard enrolled Damian in preschool with the twins. The siblings were so terrified


    at the prospect of sharing a ss with “The Little Tyrant” that they cried to switch schools.


    The teachers and the principal, baffled by themotion, couldn’t fathom why these children wanted to


    leave. After all, Damian, in his crisp little suit and tie, his dark hair neatlybed back, looked every bit


    the picture of innocence with his deep, enchanting eyes that seemed to warm you like a midwinter sun.


    Nevertheless, despite his cherubic silence, the teachers were convinced of his good nature and


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    encouraged the twins to bond with their cousin, even going so far as to put them together for naptime.


    This decision only heightened the siblings’ fears. Unable to convince the adults, they huddled together


    under one nket, peering out with wide eyes at Damian, whoy beside them, belly exposed, in


    blissful slumber


    Upon waking and catching their fearful gaze, Damian shed a grin as sweet as an angel and offered


    them a deal, “Call me ‘big bro’, and I’ll stop picking on you.”


    The twins, used to being the tough cookies of their own domain, especially Elwood, were not about to


    take orders from anyone, let alone someone younger. “I’m older than you; you should be calling me ‘big


    bro’!” Elwood retorted.


    Damian merely snorted and bided his time. Before long, he had the whole preschool calling him ‘big


    bro’, his entourage bowing and scraping wherever he went.


    One day, as The twins guarded their snacks like treasure, Damian strolled in, and with a mere wave of


    his hand, his loyal minions swarmed, leaving the siblings snackless and in tears.


    As Damian approached with a bag of goodies, he asked with a sly smile, “Ready to call me ‘big bro’


    now?”


    With chubby hands cleaning their tears, Selene pouted, “If we call you ‘big bro’, will you give us our


    snacks back?”


    With a nod, Damian handed back the treats. From that day on, not only did they change their tune, but


    they became his trusted lieutenants, eventually rising to his right hand by mastering the art of ttery.