Stealing? Yuliana's lips twitched. She hadn't expected Felix to keep denying it, even at this point.

She explained, "The kid you held today—my grandpa noticed something was off with his condition. But when he went back to check, the boy was perfectly healthy. I reviewed the footage, slowed it down to the max, and that's when I saw it—you poked him a few times with your fingers while holding him."

The moment she mentioned his fingers, Felix actually felt a bit of relief.

He knew cameras had their limits. Even though he hadn't used his full speed back then, his movements had still been incredibly fast. If they didn't catch the silver needles, then he could probably talk his way out of this.

"I'll admit, the kid was adorable and sick, and I couldn't help playing with him a bit. But come on, that's not a crime, is it? If needed, I'll apologize to the mom."

"You—" Yuliana was furious. She jabbed a finger toward him, but her words got stuck in her throat.

She still didn't have concre