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.

Nancy is upstairs. Peter won't harm Brandon. You've been carrying him for a while. Just let Peter carry him for

"You..."

reassurance. "Trust me, Peter wouldn't do anything reckless. He has spent all these years looking for

in Peter's arms, but seeing

softly. "Peter, maybe you should let me carry Brandon

skinny to carry him. What if you drop him?"

with clear. skepticism. "Come on, Mom and Dad are waiting

words, Noelle reflexively

shaken by Peter's casual use of the words 'Mom' and 'Dad'. "Peter, he's

respond, but he caught Noelle's warning glance and forcibly held back his

me, but that's not what's important right now. We need to see your parents