Revenge is best served cold

As soon as I arrived at the Simpson residence, I smoothly took out my access card and let myself in.

Unlike usual, when Mr. Simpson would be waiting for me in the dining room downstairs, the first floor was eerily empty today.

I called out twice, but no one responded.

"How strange. Didn't we agree to sign the contract today? Why isn't anyone here?" I muttered to myself.

Given their personalities, even if they had to step out, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson would've let me know. There was no reason for them to leave without a word.

Just as I was lost in thought, I caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of my eye. I turned around cautiously. It was a young boy who looked no older than ten. He stood not too far away, staring at me unblinkingly.

The suddenness of it nearly made my heart stop.

"Are you looking for Sebastian?"

Before I could even speak, the boy beat me to it.

I nodded. "Yeah. And you are..."

He suddenly burst into laughter, walking toward me with a mysterious expression.

"I am Sebastian! There was an accident during one of my experiments, so I turned into a kid!"

I had to admit that my mind was completely blown away for a second. Before my rebirth, I had always been a firm believer in science. But considering the fact that I had been reborn, who was I to say he was lying?

"M-Mr. Simpson?" I hesitantly called out, then cautiously asked, "So... What do you need me to do?"

The boy responded calmly, "Help me get pudding from the fridge. I'm too short to reach it now."

I nodded, then walked to the fridge and opened it. Just as I was about to grab the pudding, something clicked in my mind. I remembered very clearly that Mr. Simpson hated sweets.

In fact, he would lecture me about it if I added even the slightest bit of sugar whenever I cooked for him.

I slowly turned around and locked eyes with the boy. Testing the waters, I called out, "Mr. Simpson?"

The boy looked visibly annoyed. "What now? Just give me the pudding already!"

I smiled and asked, "Mr. Simpson, do you know who I am?"

The boy froze a flicker of unease flashing across his face. Then, as if steeling himself, he straightened his back and declared, "It doesn't matter who you are! You have to give me that pudding! Otherwise, I'll have you kicked out of this house!"

Hearing that, I immediately shut the fridge door and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Mr. Simpson! Your kid is bullying me!"

The boy panicked, trying to cover my mouth. Unfortunately, he was too short.

Instead, he could only warn me in a hushed tone, "Shush! Don't yell! Keep your voice down!"

The next second, Mrs. Simpson's sharp voice echoed through the house. "Zeke Simpson! You're itching for a round of spanking, aren't you?"

I glanced down at the boy. Meeting his gaze, I smiled and asked, "So, your name

is Zeke Simpson, huh? That's quite an impressive name."

The boy puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course! My grandpa picked it for me!"

Then, he added, "The Mr. Simpson you keep talking about is my grandpa!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson walked into the dining room, only to see Zeke hiding behind me.

After hearing the full story, I finally understood.

Mr. Simpson's son and

daughter-in-law were both busy with work, so whenever Zeke was on break, he was sent here to stay with his grandparents. Today happened to be the first day of his break.

Mr. and Mrs. Simpson had been playing hide-and-seek with him, unaware that Inoveldrama

would arrive so early.

They had just hidden, waiting for

Zeke to find them, but after a long time with no movement, they

Came

out to check-only to hear me yelling.

When I told them how Zeke even pretended to be Mr. Simpson, they couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, dear, this kid is just too mischievous! He has tricked a lot of people before."

As Mrs. Simpson explained, she couldn't help but laugh and added, "But you, Jane, are officially the first person to actually fall for it."