The child that nurse carried out was clenching her fists and shouting loudly. Chaim excitedly looked at his son and asked nurse, "Where is my wife? How is she?"
"She needs to rest in the delivery room for half an hour. She's fine, but a bit tired." The head nurse answered gently.
Chaim nodded, his gaze looking at the door that blocked his view of Amelie, and his gaze filled with urgency.
Valery, who was holding her grandson, had tears streaming down her face. When Betty came over, she asked worriedly, "How is my sister?"
"She needs a break. She'll be out in half an hour." Letitia replied to Betty.
"Let me look at Young Nephew." Betty walked over to Valery's side and sized him up, then Valery laughed: "He is a bit heavier than your baby, he troubled his mom Amelie."
"He really does look like brother—in—law." Betty smiled as she praised this young baby, "So beautiful."
Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell at a glance that the baby looked like his father.
Half an hour later
