The Cherished Wife

Tania's face turned slightly pale, and she lowered her head. "Don't mention Peter to me..." "And this child..." Noelle glanced at the sleeping Brandon in Tania's arms. "His father-" "He's not Peter's!" Tania quickly cut her off. "I got married in Carvonia."

Noelle was taken aback, and her grip on the steering wheel nearly slipped. She glanced at Tania with a conflicted expression, finding it hard to comprehend. "But you and Peter..."

"It ended between us three years ago," Tania replied, clearly not wanting to discuss Peter anymore. Noelle, sensing the tension, wisely did not push further.

When they arrived at Sean's hospital, Tania carefully got out of the car while carrying Brandon. Seeing how exhausted Tania looked, Noelle offered, "Let me carry him. You've been carrying him the entire way." "No..." Tania began to refuse, but before she could finish, a pair of strong hands lifted Brandon from her arms.

"Peter, what are you doing?" Tania exclaimed in shock when she saw it was him. "Give Brandon back to me!"

She reached out to grab her son, but Peter stepped aside, making her miss. "If you don't want to wake the child, stop shouting," Peter said coldly.

Peter won't harm Brandon.

"You..."

gently patted Tania's hand in reassurance. "Trust me, Peter wouldn't do anything reckless. He has spent all these years looking for you,

eyes on Brandon in Peter's arms, but seeing how peacefully Brandon slept made her eyes well

but sigh softly. "Peter, maybe you should let me

way," Peter replied, frowning. "You're too skinny to carry him. What if you

slight frame with clear. skepticism. "Come on, Mom

by Peter's words, Noelle reflexively glanced at

on the other hand, was shaken by Peter's casual use of the words 'Mom' and 'Dad'. "Peter, he's not

to respond, but he caught

what's important right now. We need to see your parents first, and then I'll take you home." Even though