Peace… did not last long.
Oliver Sterling looked calm.
But inside—
He was suffering.
This is unfair…
The adult mind trapped in a newborn body could only cry, sleep, and drink milk. He couldn't speak, couldn't move properly, couldn't even control when he wanted to open his eyes.
And worst of all—
He was always hungry.
Oliver squirmed.
Then cried.
Charles woke instantly. "Oliver? What happened?"
Theo glanced over. "He just ate."
The maid checked and smiled softly. "He's hungry again, Your Majesty."
Again?!
Inside, Oliver felt embarrassed.
I'm not doing this on purpose… my body just wants food…
Charles carefully lifted him and began feeding him again.
Oliver drank.
And drank.
Theo stared. "…He eats too much."
Charles laughed tiredly. "His belly is so small…"
The maid nodded. "That's normal for a child."
Oliver kept drinking, helpless.
I used to manage companies… now I can't even control my own stomach…
After feeding—
He relaxed.
Then—
He cried again.
Theo frowned. "What now?"
The maid checked. "He needs to be changed."
Please… end my dignity…
Charles tried not to laugh as he gently held him.
Theo sighed. "Chaos."
Oliver's tiny hands waved weakly.
He wanted to say I'm trying my best.
But only a small sound came out.
"…Aa."
Theo leaned closer. "You're troublesome."
Charles smiled softly. "He's just a baby."
I am NOT just a baby…
Oliver yawned.
Sleep came quickly again.
Because even with an adult mind—
His tiny body couldn't keep up.
Theo watched him quietly.
"…Helpless," he muttered.
Charles adjusted the blanket gently. "But cute."
Oliver fell asleep, defeated.
A former CEO.
A trained fighter.
A grown adult.
Now reduced to—
A tiny bundle causing chaos.