Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

In the vast villa of the Mo family, Mo Xuanze stood before the tightly closed bedroom door, his long, slender fingers gently knocking twice on the door. His voice was extremely soft: "Xuanbai, your brother brought some of your favorite snacks. Would you like to come out and try some?"

There was no response from inside the door.

Silence spread, and Mo Xuanze sighed softly, softening his tone and apologizing gently with deep remorse: "It's my fault, brother. I was careless and lost your most beloved stone. I apologize to you."

The bedroom was dimly lit, with only a small, warm yellow table lamp illuminating the entire room, its faint glow barely enough to light up a small corner.

Mo Xuanbai curled up on the bed, hugging a soft pillow tightly with both arms, burying his face deep in the pillow to block out all external sounds and light.

He's still angry.

His brother lost his unique painted stone, and he decided to ignore his brother.

He hasn't spoken to his brother for several days now.

My brother works very hard to take care of him, and it was an accident.

However, he only had one such stone.

Outside the door, Mo Xuanze rubbed his aching and tired brow, patiently continuing to soothe him: "Xuanbai, your brother has already asked Miss Wen to redraw the stone for you, exactly the same as before. Can you forgive your brother?"

His only response was deathly silence.

Mo Xuanze raised his hand and grasped the doorknob, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not press it.

He remembered the last time he pushed open the door to enter the room, the sensitive boy instantly lost control of his emotions and used all his strength to drive him out of the room.

Mo Xuanbai, who suffers from severe autism, has a strong sense of territory. This bedroom is his only safe haven, and he never allows anyone to enter without permission.

Mo Xuanze tightened his grip on the exquisite pastry gift box in his hand, preparing to turn and leave, no longer wanting to disturb his solitude.

Just then, a soft clicking sound came from behind.

The door was gently pulled open a crack from the inside.

Mo Xuanbai, clutching a pillow, stood behind the crack in the door, his slender figure barely concealing the emotions in his eyes. His long eyelashes drooped, and a hoarse, dry voice softly rang out: "Brother...brother..."

"Stone."

The two simple words carry a childlike, stubborn expectation.

Mo Xuanze immediately stopped, turned around and looked at him gently, nodding emphatically in response: "I had Miss Wen, who painted the stone for you last time, repaint it, and you'll have it tomorrow."

Mo Xuanbai's dark eyes lit up for a moment, and he nodded slightly, saying softly, "I... I'll go with my brother tomorrow."

Mo Xuanze paused slightly.

He originally didn't want to take Xuanbai out.

Xuanbai's condition is unique. When he leaves his familiar environment, his attention is easily drawn to small things such as fans, wheels, and light and shadow. He has a scattered focus and is extremely sensitive to external sounds and people. He is easily startled and stressed, which can trigger an emotional breakdown.

But this was the first time his younger brother had taken the initiative to suggest going out; it was a signal of reconciliation that he couldn't bear to refuse, nor could he refuse.

"Okay," Mo Xuanze softened his voice, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity, "I'll take you with me tomorrow."

Looking at his quiet, timid younger brother, who lived in his own world, he felt a pang of sadness.

Mo Xuanbai was once a prodigy, admired by all, intelligent, bright, and flamboyant, with the most promising future.

He didn't know why everything had changed, and he shut himself off.

The following day, Wen Nuan reluctantly brought her daughter, Wen Bao'er, to work at the Mo Group.

There was simply no one to entrust with it.

The kindergarten organized an outdoor study tour over the weekend, which lasted for three days and cost more than a thousand yuan.

She had done the math on her fingers: after deducting rent and utilities from her monthly salary, she only had six thousand left, half of which had to cover the daily expenses for herself and her daughter.

The other half must save the money specifically – the doctor said that Bao'er can have ear canal correction surgery when she is six years old, and the total cost of all expenses and rehabilitation treatment will be 200,000 yuan.

That was the money she had painstakingly saved to save her life; she couldn't afford to waste a single penny.

She simply couldn't afford the cost of the study tour.

Warmly, she hugged her soft, squishy daughter tightly, her nose stinging with tears, filled with guilt: "Baby, Mommy is so sorry."

"It's because Mom isn't capable enough, otherwise you could have gone on study tours and field trips with the other kindergarten kids."

Wen Bao'er, with her hair in pigtails, shook her head vigorously, her dark braids swaying gently, and comforted her in a soft, understanding voice, "It's okay, Mommy!"

"It's the same if Bao'er accompanies Mom to work."

"Bao'er doesn't like crowded places, so going out to play is not good for her."

"Mom works so hard to earn this money, we need to save it for Bao'er's ear treatment, we can't spend it recklessly!"

The child's insightful and considerate words touched my heart, making me feel warm, bittersweet, and swollen.

She gently stroked her daughter's head, repeatedly reminding her, "This is Mommy's workplace. You sit quietly at your desk and don't run around or touch anything."

"If a stranger comes by, hide under the table."

"Especially if people from the offices inside come in, you must hide well, understand?"

"Okay, Bao'er is the most obedient." Wen Bao'er nodded emphatically and nestled obediently in the corner of her workstation.

Not long after settling his daughter in, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and Mo Xuanze walked in with Mo Xuanbai. Wen

Nuanxin felt a sudden urge and immediately stepped aside to block the workstation, allowing Wen Bao'er to curl up and hide behind the workstation partition.

As the two brothers entered the CEO's office, Wen Nuan bent down and ruffled her daughter's hair: "Be a good girl and play on your phone while you wait for Mommy. Mommy will be right back after I deliver the things."

She picked up the painted stone that she had worked overtime to hand-paint and polish the night before, and knocked on the door of the president's office.

The room was dimly lit. Mo Xuanbai sat quietly on the leather sofa, his thin back slightly hunched, his long eyelashes drooping, his head bowed the whole time, immersed in his own world.

Wen Nuan placed the exquisite wooden box containing the painted stones in the center of the desk, her posture respectful: "Mr. Mo, the stones you requested have been made."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

Mo Xuanze nodded in agreement and looked at Mo Xuanbai: "Xuanbai, come and choose."

Mo Xuanbai, who had been silent all along, slowly got up and walked to the table to examine the stones in the wooden box.

The moment Mo Xuanbai's fingertips touched the stone, his brows furrowed instantly, and a strong sense of rejection and disgust appeared in his eyes.

He quickly withdrew his hand, took a sudden half-step back, and shook his head vigorously.

Mo Xuanze had been watching his younger brother's movements closely. Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward, his tone puzzled: "What's wrong, Xuanbai? Don't you like these stones?"

He looked pretty much the same as Xuanbai's previous one!

And there are several more?

How could I not like it?

Mo Xuanbai pursed his pale lips, his emotions beginning to stir. His dark eyes were filled with stubborn resistance, and his voice carried the rigid, stereotypical tone of someone with autism: "No."

"This is not my stone."

He raised his head, stared intently at Mo Xuanze, and repeated, word by word, with an unyielding determination: "Xuanbai wants the same piece as before."