Korbyn, who was seated right next to the cot, said to the baby teasingly, “Among so many children, only Elva inherited the genes of the Fowler family. As for the other children… Alexis, Edwin, Marcus, and you… all of you take after the Evans family.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Waylen with a frown.

But Waylen simply bent down and looked at the baby with a wide smile.

Perhaps because he had several young children himself, he was a lot more open minded about the whole thing than his father was. He touched the baby’s face and casually asked his father, “Regardless of who they look like, don’t you still Like them?”

Korbyn rubbed his nose and huffed.

How dare Waylen ask him such a question? Of course he loved all his grandchildren. If he ever dared to say that he didn’t like them, Alexis would be the first one who would give him a hard time.

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and Rena came in with a thermo food

She brought fish soup.

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smoothed her hair and nodded, “Good to hear that. Drink slowly though.

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