Chapter 1295

In the nursery, only the bedside lamp was on, casting a soft glow over the crib. The gentle light shimmered across the incubator, and even the baby's cries sounded sweet and innocent in the peaceful room.

Whitney's heart felt tender and warm. From experience, she could tell the little one wasn't hurt—she was just a bit hungry and asking for milk.

She exchanged a glance with the family doctor, her lips curling into a gentle, affectionate smile. “Her temperature okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lippert, it's perfectly normal,” the doctor replied, a little too formally. “I've already asked the nanny to prepare her formula.”

He seemed a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry her crying disturbed your dinner."

Even though the Lippert family doctor had come out of retirement to help, he still kept to strict old-school etiquette.

Whitney noticed his nervousness but didn't bother correcting his overly formal address.

She waved a hand. “No need to be so uptight. Just take good care of her and let us know right away if anything comes up.”

“Thank you, you're very kind. The little one is just like you already."

soft blanket around the baby and smiled, offering

or genuinely meant

born. That had

frail, when he was hungry, he made sure

this little girl? She

an angel? Her tiny cries

too cute, too soft-impossible not to

wonder Ludwik never wanted to let her go. He absolutely doted on

out,

little one opened her mouth and tried to latch on, thinking the milk had

a strange pang of guilt flickered through her. If things had gone differently-if there hadn't been

lost in

formula's ready!" the nanny called, walking in with a bottle. She looked surprised

can feed her. You two go

practiced ease,

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