A glass of milk was placed in front of Raphaël, while his puppylike violet eyes dimmed at the instant. Glaring daggers at the glass of milk that his mother had placed in front of him, he looked at her pitifully, staring at the orange juice that was placed by her side.
Hazel took a sip of her juice leisurely, pretending not to see her son's pitiful eyes pleading at her.He was really cute and looked more like her five year little baby.
However, she had to pretend that she hadn't seen him at all.
Realising that his tactic of playing the sympathy card didn't work, Raphaël gritted his teeth and spat out the words he had been holding at the tip of his tongue.
"Can I not drink it?"
"No!" Hazel spat out the words without any hesitation, she knew exactly what her baby wanted, but as a mother,
