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    Jesse, as always, stayed in his corner, flipping calmly through a thick book. Not a sound.


    Nina, after finishing her homework, picked up her pencil and started sketching.


    Totally locked in. Not even the rustle of paper.


    Which left one person incredibly bored. n.


    He nced at Nina, who waspletely in the zone, then shifted his eyes to Jesse. Jesse wasn’t even doing homework anymore—just reading for fun. n scooted over and sat beside him, whispering, “Hey. Jesse,e on, let’s chat.”


    “I’m reading,” Jesse replied without looking up.<fn60b3> Find the newest release on FιndＮovel</fn60b3>


    “You can read anytime.”


    Wait—did he seriously just say that?


    Was this really how a grown man was trying to persuade a bookish kid? n leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “Aren’t you even a little curious about your parents’ story? You know, before you were born?”


    That made Jesse pause mid-page. His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts turning.


    He had tried to dig into their past before. And found almost nothing.


    Not untilter did he learn that his mom used to be a legendary hacker. n grinned, seeing the hesitation. He went full bait mode. “Tell you what—if you agree to y with me, I’ll spill everything. Ask whatever you want, I won’t hold back.”


    Tempting, sure, but Jesse still shook his head. “No thanks.”


    n blinked. “You’re not even curious?”


    “I am.”


    “Then why not let me tell you?!”


    n couldn’t wrap his head around it. Wasn’t this the kind of juicy story any kid would jump at? But Jesse just looked at him, calm as ever.


    “Because if you tell me, I have to y with you. If I really want to know, I can just ask my grandparents or Aunt Ethel.”


    n opened his mouth, but no words came out.


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    Jesse was right—n had noeback.


    “Also,” Jesse added, “Aunt Greta and Aunt Riley probably know more about my parents than you do.”


    “Excuse me?” n scoffed. “No way. I watched your mom grow up, okay? I know everything she did as a kid!”


    “Alright then,” Jesse shut his book and looked straight at him. “When did she start learning to hack?”


    n’s confidence faltered. “Dunno.”


    “How did she meet my dad?” Jesse asked again.


    Still nothing. He had no idea.


    Jesse didn’t say anything else—just stared at him. That look said it all. He really thought he knew more than Greta and Riley?


    n crossed his arms and doubled down. “Ask me about her childhood. I definitely know that part.”


    “Okay,” Jesse said,pletely straight-faced. “What did Mom say when she saw Aunt Ethel being born?”


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