Chapter 1287

"What kind of magic is this?" Hazel muttered, baffled by yet another unsolved mystery. Grace sent a follow-up message. "Use his full name, not just his first name." Thanks to the little guest of honor, the Prescott residence was filled with laughter, warmth, and endless entertainment. However, Hazel was determined to test out this supposed "cry button". She leaned closer to the baby and said, "Cliff Jefferson." The giggling toddler froze mid-laugh. His big, shiny eyes blinked in confusion as he stared at his aunt with sudden seriousness. "Cliff Jefferson?" Hazel tried again, this time tilting her head. The little one's lips puckered. His eyelashes fluttered as his bright eyes grew glassy. Hazel mumbled in confusion, "Weird... he's still not crying." The words were barely out of her mouth when Cliff's tiny mouth wobbled, his lower lip trembling dramatically. His cheeks scrunched up, and within seconds, he burst into tears. The baby's heart-wrenching cries echoed through the liv