Dad was thinking, weighing my words, and trying to figure out if I was telling the truth.Which one was easier for him to accept?A freak possessed by some supernatural entity, or a precocious and cunning son?Which one posed less of a threat to his family empire?The answer was glaringly obvious.The silence stretched on. It lasted so long that I expected him to fly into a rage and put me under house arrest. Instead, he suddenly chuckled. The sound was soft and low, carrying a distinct sense of relief."So that's what you've been hiding," Dad said.He stood up from his seat, walked over to me, and straightened my back."You could talk at age three and read over 3,000 books by age eight. You aren't a fool at all. You're a one-in-a-million prodigy. It's a massive achievement, not a crime."Dad clapped a heavy hand onto my shoulder. "As for why you hid it?"He looked at me deeply, a hint of approval shining in his eyes. "The tallest nail gets hammered down. Keeping your h
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