Chapter 228: Milo Virtus

[Sarah’s POV]

She can’t believe it.

The unbeatable, ever invincible Don Ralph—the monster in the devil skin; a heartless murderer with the killer sense of an Olympic shooter; king of the world’s most ferocious mafia groups—is completely useless against an infant that’s less than an hour’s old.

If it weren’t for Sarah’s fierce insistence and fearsome glare, he wouldn’t even hold his own child.

‘What if I break his neck?’ whispered the poor man, his eyes unable to stray from the tiny creature in his frozen arms.

‘Stop it,’ snapped the caretaker. ‘Sway gently, and you’ll be fine.’ She glanced at the bed and Juliette, who was sleeping soundly, and then back at the man, who would probably feel as though he’s on top of the world right now.

Is he going to cry?

‘So what’s his name?’ asked Sarah, swiftly diverting those tears from crystalising.

Without looking up, he muttered, ‘Milo.’ Then, he glanced at his sleeping wife and a proud smile appeared. ‘Milo Virtus. The first of the many.’