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.

on her part, was

was pushed open and Rena came in with a thermo food container, with

She brought fish soup.

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I can even drink two bowls of it,” she

nodded, “Good to hear that. Drink slowly though. You

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just as she finished eating the soup, Olivia began

carried the baby and

to go out so Cecilia would have the privacy to feed her baby. Korbyn had something he needed to see

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