"I understand, Mommy. I'll stay within your sight." Melon lifted his head and playfully thumped his chest, mimicking the actions of characters in his favorite TV shows.

“Baby, you are so great." Ariana planted a tender kiss on Melon's forehead, ruffled his hair, and offered him a book. She then gathered an assortment of snacks and drinks onto a cart.

With refreshments duly arranged, Ariana turned her attention to discussing the interview with Simms' agent.

Soon enough, Simms adjusted his attire, his impatience evident as he prepared for the interview.

He fiddled with his phone briefly, growing increasingly bored until he directed his gaze upward. There, he spied a child sitting quietly, engrossed in a picture book.

A mischievous grin curled Simms' lips as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. He playfully beckoned Melon with a crooked finger, jesting,

“Hey there, boy. Come over."

Upon hearing the summons, Melon scanned his surroundings, confirming that he was indeed the one called. He bookmarked his book and approached respectfully.

"What's up, sir?"

Simms extracted a generous bill from his wallet, extending it to Melon with a playful smile.

"You go downstairs and buy me a cup of coffee."

"No." Melon's refusal came without a moment's hesitation. He met Simms' gaze squarely, stating, "I may be young, but you, sir, are an adult. It's time you learned to manage your own things."

Simms cast a disdainful glance at him, his lips curling with a mocking smile.

"You're hesitating because of your youth, aren't you?"

"No," came the reply, measured and calm.

"Mom's point is that kids have their limits. Even when others seek their help, they should do what they can." Melon looked at him seriously.

“You're well aware of the truth." Simms' voice dripped with sarcasm, his words biting.

"Buy a coffee, and you'll squander the rest on candy."

Yet, Melon shook his head again, his tone resolute.

"Sir, it's best if you handle it yourself."