River chuckled helplessly as he spoke.

“You’re laughing, so that means I’m right. I know you're super busy, especially with trying to impress my future auntie. If Lil’ Pie and I stayed here, you wouldn't have time to woo her properly.

“Uncle River, just admit you want us gone. We won’t be mad. Grown-ups have work, unlike us kids with our summer and winter breaks. We get it.

“You don’t have to feed us fake sweet talk.”

River was rendered speechless by Heath’s razor-sharp logic.

After a long pause, he ruffled the boy’s hair. “Lil’ Bun, you’re only six years old. Being this perceptive isn’t necessarily a good thing, you know?”

“If I were dumb, you’d all complain about that too. Adults are so fickle. You’re always changing your standards.”

River was speechless at this.

This child was undoubtedly the Yorks’ next-generation heir apparent.

At such a tender age, he was already brilliant, articulate, and razor-tongued—far surpassing even his father’s eloquence. The younger generation t