Isabel puffed up her cheeks and pondered. She seemed to take the task very seriously. “Flint.” It was Liam who said this. Odell, Sylvia, and Isabel turned to him collectively. Sylvia asked him with a smile, “Liam, why do you want to name your brother Flint?” Liam looked at his baby brother who was sleeping soundly and remarked, "His eyes are dark like coal. I thought Flint would be a nice name.” Sylvia smiled and gave her blessings. "Okay, let's call him Flint.” … Sylvia's body was still rather weak. She had breakfast, went to the bathroom, then chatted with everyone for a while before falling asleep with Flint next to her. Seeing that her mother and her new brother were sleeping together, Isabel wanted to crawl into the bed and sleep with them, but Odell stopped her. He took her into his arms and patted Liam's small shoulder with the other. “Come on out. Your brother and mother need some rest.” Liam glanced at the two sleeping figures on the bed and r
Sylvia sheathed the sharp look in her eyes and softened her tone, "When did you turn around?" “Just now.” As soon Odell answered, he drew closer to the bed and leaned in toward Sylvia. He took her chin in his hand and said with a coy smile, “Repeat what you just said." Sylvia repeated, slightly puzzled, "When did you turn around?” “No, the previous sentence.” Sylvia’s confusion was ever-growing. She looked at him evasively. His handsome face was only inches from her. He had a self-satisfied smile and seemed rather amused by the current situation. How was he so amused when Sylvia was upset at him only a moment ago? Unsure of what was on his mind, Sylvia decided to play it off. "I forgot what I said.” "Huh?" Odell grunted icily. Sylvia's eyes narrowed and she carefully whispered, “I said, who told you to turn around?" “You said it in a different tone just now,” he said with a stern look on his face. Sylvia added a tint of aggression to her voice, "W
Something dark surfaced in his eyes. He darted a glance at Sylvia who was still sound asleep and then he went outside. Lily smiled politely when he stepped outside and greeted him courteously, “I heard that Miss Sylvia just gave birth and I figured I’d come to take a look. How is she doing?” “She’s doing fine,” Odell spoke with a shade of hostility. Lily was very sharp and immediately sensed his vexation. She considered for a moment and asked, “I think she’s only pregnant for half a year. How’s the baby doing?” “The baby is doing fine.” “That’s good as she delivered only after half a year of pregnancy. I was wondering if some sort of accident happened that led to such an early delivery.” “Something along those lines did happen, but this isn’t considered an early delivery. She’s only half a month away from the original expected date.” Lily seemed rather shocked by this, evident by the look on her face. “I thought the last time we met her she mentioned that she had n
"You... When did you wake up?" She rubbed her eyes, acting as if she had just woken up. Odell leaned in closer, drawing his handsome face only inches away from hers. He smiled mischievously at her. Sylvia made a look and muttered, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” “I woke up just a little earlier than you," he stated. “Ah.” Sylvia tried to turn away to look the other way. The moment she turned, Odell grabbed her by her chin and made her turn to face him. He applied just enough strength so that she could not resist him, but not to a point where it would hurt her. She stared pointedly at him. “Is something the matter?” she asked meekly. "Nothing, I just wanted to see your face.” He observed her like she was a curious experiment subject. There was no longer the same look of hostility on his face. He seemed considerably more pleasant than when he was talking to Lily. Sylvia endured his gaze and suddenly smiled. She flashed such a b
”What?!” Madam Springsteen screamed in complete astonishment. Lily added, "He also said that Sylvia didn’t give birth prematurely and that there's only half a month left before her due date." Madam Springsteen put up her fingers and began counting. If it was just as Odell claimed, would this not suggest that she was pregnant with this child even before she went to Galston with Thomas? All along, the child was Odell's? "No... No, I heard from Ramona that the b*tch had been divorced from Odell long before she went to Galston with Thomas. I heard that the two of them had been involved long before they even departed for Galston.” “Maybe she was still secretly involved with Odell at the time, we just didn’t know about it yet.” "Hmph, what a scoundrel!” Madam Springsteen cussed, then immediately speculated. “This only makes it more likely that the boy is Thomas'." Lily’s expression shifted. “Are you saying that she’s intentionally claiming that the boy is Odell’s to c
The blankets were as soft as snow. Everything else such as pillows, bolsters, and whatnot was made ready for her. Aunt Tonya took Flint in her arms and entered the room with Isabel and Liam following closely. She set Flint right next to his mother. Isabel demanded attention as usual and immediately crawled onto the bed and lay down next to Flint. Liam did not climb onto the bed. He brought a chair with him and moved it next to Sylvia's bed to sit. Sylvia addressed him tenderly, “Liam, climb on the bed with us.” The bed was very large and there was still space. Liam turned to look at Odell who was standing nearby and leaning against the wall closely observing him. His gaze was sharp and cold. Liam made a look and stated, "I'll just sit." With that, he took out a book from his pocket and began reading. Sylvia smiled and sighed softly. Knock knock. Soon, there was a knock on the door. Sebastian informed, “Sir, the matrons we hired for the mada
The two matron nurses were very professional. Apart from when Sylvia needed to breastfeed Flint, they took charge of looking after the boy the entire time. There was nothing that Aunt Tonya needed to worry about. By the end of the day, Sylvia was already getting friendly with them and began addressing them as Aunt Wanda and Aunt Flora. After lunch, Sylvia breastfed Flint again and took a nap with Isabel and Liam after that. She was soundly asleep when suddenly, there was a loud and abrupt noise outside. She opened her eyes wearily. It was only her and Flint left on the bed. Liam and Isabel were nowhere to be seen. She could still hear the commotion coming from outside. She got out of bed to take a look. Meanwhile, inside the living room. Aunt Tonya was doing her best to hold back Ramona. Ramona jabbed a finger at Aunt Tonya and exclaimed furiously, "Do you know who I am? Get out of the way!" Aunt Tonya stood her ground and declared adamantly, “I don’t care
Sebastian was appalled by this and managed to step in just in time to hold Ramona steady. Sylvia was just as horrified. Fortunately, Ramona regained her balance in time. She beat her chest with her hand several times and seemed to regain her composure after that. Her complexion still seemed rather pale. "I just wanted to see the children. I have no other intentions. How could all of you gang up on a frail old lady like me?” She wiped her eyes with her hands and seemed like she was going to cry. Aunt Tonya frowned upon earring this. Isabel pursed her lips indifferently. Sylvia became more hospitable after this as she offered kindly. “Come up if you really want to see the boy.” Although she was not very fond of Ramona, she was still Grandma’s sister at the end of the day. The least she could do was to extend a bit of hospitality. Ramona seemed appeased by this, evident by the sudden transformation of her expression. Then, she promptly strutted up the stairs.