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."

always known that Aunt Crystal is the fairest and most reasonable

Half an hour later.

pushed Shirley

they suddenly had a

baby needed to take a bath, get breastfed, change his

she got weaker after giving birth.

sickly state. When Mrs. Yorks looked at the seemingly tireless Angeline, she smiled and said to Sis

"But my little sister somewhat lacks in the luck department and

isn't in good health, why don't we hire a nanny? Let's not tire Angeline out. But since we don't have much money, I can ask Cole for help. I was wondering

ask for my opinion, Aunt Crystal. I never had the idea of preventing Cole from meeting his child. After

a

took Shirley's phone and dialed Cole's

heard from the other line, "Where are you guys now, Shirley? After sending you

Mom, Cole." Mrs. Yorks' voice sounded tranquil and calm. "Forgive me for choosing to leave without saying goodbye this time. You know very well that if I didn't leave, I may never again pluck up the courage to leave that

aback. "I don't blame you for it,

wounded by love, so we're merely bidding farewell to our

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