Vincent entered the living room carrying a box. Vanessa, who first noticed her brother\'s presence, grinning when she saw the box he was carrying.

Vanessa smiled knowingly at the \'ultimate weapon\' her brother brought in.

"Whoa, what is that?" Vanessa deliberately raised her voice to attract the attention of whoever was there.

"Are you curious?" Vincent continued his sister\'s act play with a mischievous smile. Then join the circle of his family members while placing the box on the table.

Vincent unfolded the lid of the box to show off its contents.

"Woaahhhh..." a six-year-old Abigail exclaimed cheerfully with sparkle eyes. "It\'s a chocolate cake! Look, gran gran. The cake is huge!!"

Yup! The \'ultimate weapon\' mentioned by the Regnz siblings was their mother\'s favorite cake.

Not just any chocolate cake. This cake was their mother\'s utmost favorite cake. And Vincent saw the compelling gaze from his mother\'s eyes.

Even so, his mother still turned away, refusing to speak to him.

"What\'s wrong? Is your mother sulking again?" asked his father, who could not help laughing with amusement at the behavior of his two children and his wife. "What happened this time?"

Vanessa explained what happened that afternoon to her father briefly.

"Wow, smells good.." opined his father, joining the act of his two mischievous children.

Even Vanessa\'s husband also took part.

"Abi definitely wants a big piece, right?"

"Yes... the big one" replied Abigail excitedly.

"It\'s too bad..." Vincent whined with a sad tone to the little girl. "I bought this cake, especially for granny. If she doesn\'t want to talk to me, then I have to, with a heavy heart, return it to the baker."

Abigail turned to her beloved old granny with the persuasive look typical of a child adding cute puppy eyes.

"Granny, please don\'t be angry with my uncle anymore. The cake is innocent, and it\'s a pity to return it. Can\'t you hear its scream \'I\'m yummy, please eat me.\' I can hear it loud and clear."

[author: Wait! That\'s supposed not to be said by a kid! Who added the dialogue?????]

"Yes, the cake looks scrumptious." Vanessa continued. "It\'s a shame not to eat it."

Vincent did not give up his golden opportunity when he saw his mother began to melt. He immediately rose to his feet, sat beside her, and hugged his mother tightly.

Mrs. Vienna Regnz struggled to escape her son\'s embrace, but Vincent did not budge from his place as his built was more massive than her.

"Mom, are you sure you don\'t want to talk to me?" coaxed Vincent.

"Hmph!"

"If you don\'t want to talk to me, then who should I talk to? What if I find a girl, then..."

"Really? You already found her?"

"..." Just to get a reaction from his mother, he only needed to mention a girl?

Vincent couldn\'t help but speechless at his mother\'s superb reaction.

Witnessing the small drama scene before them, both the father and the eldest daughter tried to hold back their amused laughter.

"Alright. Let\'s eat this cake."

Vincent froze in place, watching his mother cut the cake into pieces before feeding it to little Abigail.

Vanessa moved to sit and tapped her brother\'s shoulder.

"Just give up. You better get your lover here as soon as possible."

Vincent sighed in resignation.

"But Vincent," his mother called after taking a bite of the chocolate cake and chewing it gracefully. "Tell me the truth. What is your ideal type? You don\'t like beautiful faces because you\'re afraid she cheated on you. You don\'t like thin bodies, and you grumble if your wife has too many sisters. Yet, you also reject the most perfect ideal girl in this state. Then what do you like?"

"Maybe he like the sexy hot chick type?" teased Joseph Regnz with a smirk on his face.

Vincent rolled his eyes at his father\'s guess.

"Oh, the sexy one? Like who?"

Miraculously, his mother believed his father\'s crap.

"No, no, no. If she\'s too sexy, Vincent will always be haunted by a wife who seduces and flirt random men."

"Wow. How do you know I\'ll answer that?"

"I am your sister and have heard thousands of your ridiculous excuses. Of course, I could guess your answer right away."

Slap!!

"Ouch!" Vincent was not screaming because his sister hit him but was slapped hard by his mother. "Mooom, it huuuuuuuurtsss..." whined Vincent while rubbing his burning arm.

Everyone who was there rolled their eyes at Vincent\'s excessive whining. Even Abigail shook her head too and pondering who was the child here. It seems her uncle was the naughty boy, and she was the fine adult lady.

"If you don\'t want to get hurt, be a little serious with me."

"When was I never serious to you? I am always serious with you. You know I choose you instead of other women, right? Ouch!" this time Vienna Regnz, pinch his arm hard with her fingers.

"You\'re not serious!"

"Mooom, it really hurts, you know." Vincent rubbed his arm where his mom pinched it while wiping his imaginary tears on the edge of his eyes.

"Talking about seriousness..." this time, his father interrupted in a serious tone, "When are you going to take over the family business seriously?"

"..." Vincent scratched the back of his neck, which didn\'t feel itchy.

He knew that someday he would have to continue his father\'s business. It\'s just... for now, he still preferred to expand his hobby.

"Really," this time his mother spoke. "How about we don\'t talk about that now? You\'ve seen his work. He even got a lot of advertising projects from various agencies. You promised to let him run his own business."

"Really?" This was the first time Vincent had heard his father support his endeavors.

"Yes, I did. But I really hope someone will continue my business. Bryant already has his own business, while Vanessa is not allowed to work. It looked like when I retire; I\'ll have to close all of my shops."

"Why say it\'s like you\'re going to retire sometime soon. Well, I suppose, before we retire, we can see the grandchildren of our son."

"Well, that\'s true." his father nodded in agreement.

Why does it feel that his parents are working together to corner him? Pondered Vincent.