Sir Ares, Goodnight

Not long after, the nurse walked out holding the baby.

"It's a boy." The nurse smiled.

Mrs. Yorks ecstatically hugged the child over and wept with joy. "The gender doesn't matter. He's my perfect little grandbaby."

When Angeline noticed that Sis Shirley had not come out, she agitatedly grabbed the nurse's hand. "Where's my sister? How is she?"

The nurse smiled and said, "Don't worry. The mother is fine. She's just inside for a couple more examinations."

Angeline was then relieved, and she turned her attention to the child. Inside the thick swaddle blanket, a small head was exposed. His hair was thick, black, and shiny, and his face was slightly on the long side. He had long and narrow eyes that were somewhat slanting upward.

Angeline pouted and said in disappointment, "Mrs. Yorks, the baby looks too much like Cole. He doesn't have my sister's features at all."

Mrs. Yorks chuckled. "Angeline, since the baby looks like Cole, he'll look more and more handsome in the future. And don't you worry, if my Cole gives Shirley a

hard time, I won't let him off the hook so easily."

smiled and placed her arm around Mrs. Yorks' neck. "I've always known that Aunt Crystal is

Half an hour later.

nurse pushed Shirley out in

an eye, they suddenly had a lot of work

take a bath, get

was frail from the start, and she got weaker after giving birth. She barely had

and said to Sis

lacks in the luck department and just so

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pale, but she still smiled peacefully. "You don't have to ask for my opinion, Aunt Crystal. I never had the idea

breathed a

Shirley's phone and dialed

few rings, Cole's somewhat stirred-up voice was heard from the other line, "Where are you guys now, Shirley? After sending you people to the North Renege Airport, Carson said that all

know very well that if I didn't leave,

you for it, Mom. But

said, "The three of us are wounded by love, so we're merely bidding farewell to our

"Mom, I'm your son. Why don't you tell me? I promise you