Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

Tania chuckled and said to Rosella, "You're laughing so loudly on the phone-poor Evan must feel awful. He's probably so uncomfortable right now. You're his mom, after all. At least wait until the call is over before you start laughing."

Madisyn chimed in, "Exactly. You could've saved the laughing for us. Instead, you laughed right in his ear. He's already hurting physically and emotionally, and no one's there to comfort him properly."

Rosella shrugged, unconcerned. "Abby's there to take care of him, isn't she? She'll comfort him. But it's late now-hasn't Abby gone back to rest? Evan hasn't even managed to win her over yet. How could she possibly stay overnight at the hospital just for him?" The old lady, listening with a knowing smile, gently reminded them, "You're all aware it's late, aren't you? Then why aren't you heading to bed? It's almost midnight. Thankfully, the guest rooms are spacious enough for the four of us-mother-in-law and daughters-in-law-to chat and laugh without disturbing anyone. But remember, we're guests here. We shouldn't inconvenience the Johnson family."

The three sisters-in-law glanced at the clock, realizing how late it had gotten.

Tania, the eldest sister-in-law, stood up and took charge. "Alright, Mom, let's call it a night. We'll get some rest now and head out for a walk tomorrow."

While the scenery at FC Manor was stunning, it wasn't much different from what they were used to at Wildridge Manor. After living there for decades, they'd grown somewhat indifferent to the beauty. A change of pace sounded more appealing than admiring the same kind of views.

Besides, they were a bit tired of doting on little Avah all day.

"Let's plan to explore the area tomorrow," Tania continued. "Even though we've been to Annenburg a few times, there are always new things to see."

"That sounds lovely. Some of the other old friends mentioned wanting to join us for the

we can bring Avah along with her siblings. That little girl gets more adorable every day-she's like a living doll straight out of a New Year's painting. If I had a great-granddaughter like her,

sisters-in-law exchanged silent

disappointment

after all.

Rosella had

for a daughter at one

But no matter

the results were always the same:

boys.

for a fourth child,

tried for a daughter four times and ended up with four sons-what the family fondly referred to

of the ninth child's

the nurse emerged from the delivery room holding the newborn, everyone had crowded around