"I want to take Jay with me. I want to feed him, give him baths, dress him, and sleep with him," Elio said."He's not a toy, Elio," Mila replied."He's more than just a toy. He cries, he laughs, he even makes cute little sounds," Elio explained.Jasper looked at Elio with big, round eyes and a toothless grin, then made a soft cooing sound.Elio laughed excitedly. "Jay made that cute sound again. He did it again."Then, he left with Jay in his arms. "Jay, let's go play in the room."Nathan quickly got up to watch over both children, ignoring his leg injuries as he followed them outside.Mila sighed helplessly, stood up, and followed them out.Tristan and Michaela were in the living room. When they saw Nathan carrying Elio and Jasper downstairs, they hurried over to help."Nate, your leg is injured. How can you manage carrying two children?" Michaela took Elio, while Tristan held Jay."This little injury doesn't matter," Nathan reassured, feeling that everyone was overly concer

Michaela's sense of security had vanished during her years of confinement.It was only in Nathan's presence, as she observed the soldiers from the nearby military base coming and going, that she found solace.Meanwhile, Nathan ignored Fenna's question and turned to Cameron. "Let's head to the study. I have something to discuss with you.""Sure," Cameron replied, rising from his seat. He addressed Fenna, "You stay here with Mr. and Mrs. Hoffis in the living room. I need to talk to Nate."Fenna nodded with a smile. Her eyes fixed on Nathan as she replied, "Got it. You guys go ahead."As Nathan and Cameron disappeared into the study, Fenna's gaze wandered around the living room. "Your house is incredibly spacious and elegant, Mr. and Mrs. Hoffis."Michaela and Tristan exchanged glances, feeling uneasy with Fenna's presence."It's nothing special," Michaela replied tersely.Fenna glanced toward the second floor and asked, "How many maternity nurses does Jay have?""We have two mat

Nathan and Cameron followed the sound to the living room, only to find it empty. They realized the noise was coming from Mila's studio and hurried over to see what was happening.The door was left open. The studio was filled with paintings hanging on the walls and some propped against the floor.Fenna crouched down, feigning nervousness as she attempted to lift a sizable painting from the ground. She said sheepishly, "Sorry, Nate. I accidentally knocked over this painting."Nathan's face darkened, while Cameron hurried to help Fenna lift the painting. Yet, as they lifted it, Cameron's complexion drained of color, and he stood frozen in disbelief.On the four-foot square wooden board lay a portrait painted by Mila, depicting her family of three. However, it was marred by splatters of black ink.Cameron's voice rang out in dismay. "How could you damage someone else's painting?"Fenna's expression fell as she gestured toward the spilled ink on the floor, explaining, "I didn't mean t

"From the moment I first saw you, you reminded me of someone I'd loved for years. But then, Sally returned, and everyone in the Hoffis family claimed she was their granddaughter."We hadn't seen each other in a decade, so I had no clue what had become of you. I never questioned your family. After all, how could close relatives not recognize their own granddaughter?" Nathan explained.Mila's somber mood lightened a bit. "So, did you fall in love with me at first sight?""Not exactly. It was more like a strong sense of familiarity. Some inexplicable feelings drew me to you back then," Nathan replied.Mila gazed at him, feeling thankful. "Nate, thank you for not wanting to divorce back then, and for your persistence. That's why we didn't drift apart."Nathan gently cupped her face and looked at her intently. "Regarding your painting, we can't just ignore what happened. Even if you're not upset, I am."Curious, Mila asked, "What do you propose?"Nathan pointed toward the corner wher

The soft spring breeze blew as the sun disappeared behind the hills.On a tennis court at a private club, Nathan and Donald were playing a match. Soaked in sweat, Donald looked tired and was breathing heavily. However, Nathan seemed completely relaxed.After a few rounds, it was clear that Donald was struggling to keep up. He raised his hand, asking for a break. "Let's take a breather and continue later."Nathan stopped playing and walked casually to the bench. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Donald.Gasping for air, Donald said, "I can't keep pace with you youngsters anymore. I'm getting old, and my stamina's fading."Nathan smirked, taking a sip of water without saying anything flattering."What's up with the tension between you and Lillian lately?" Nathan asked bluntly.Donald's face tightened. "Since when did you start prying into my family business? That's not like you.""I'm not interested in your family drama. It's about her husband, Yale," Nathan clari