With a crack, the glass in Damon’s grip shattered into shards. Morrison quickly shifted to the side, clutching his child

protectively. The way he shielded his child’s eyes was the very picture of paternal instinct.

Chloe and Rose snapped to attention, glancing over just in time to see Damon toss the remains of the glass onto

the floor, his icy gaze fixed on Morrison, an intimidating aura emanating from him.

It was clear to anyone watching that if no one intervened, a full-blown war was about to erupt.

The two women hastened over, each slipping an arm through their husband’s. “What’s going on?”

Handing the child over to Rose with a nonchalant expression, Morrison said, “Just told him a hard truth, and the

man can’t handle reality. He’s not exactly resilient.”

As Damon’s face grew even darker, Rose pulled Morrison back a little, worry lacing her words, “What exactly did

you say to him?”d2

“I told him that his daughter might one day call me ‘Dad’, and that set him off.”

Rose was puzzled. “But Little Moon’s going to be part of our family one day, right? What you said isn’t wrong. Are

you sure that’s all you told him?”

Morrison nodded candidly, “Of course, what else would I talk to him about?”

Chloe believed Morrison without a doubt. Damon had been against this from the start. In the three months since

the babies were born, she could tell, Damon favored Little Moon immensely.

He wouldn’t agree to her marrying someone even before she was born. Now, this issue had become one of his

untouchable red lines.

Morrison’s words, and Damon’s reaction, were no surprise to her.

Clutching Damon tightly, Chloe tried to reason with him, “Damon, he’s just joking. You never know who our

daughter will like in the future. Why are you getting so worked up over this?”

Damon’s expression remained stormy. “No one is worthy of my daughter’s affection.”

Chloe was at her wit’s end.

“How sad for Little Moon then? Who doesn’t want to experience a sweet romance? You won’t let her date or even

let someone marry her? Aren’t you afraid she’ll be labeled an old maid if you do that? This isn’t up to you. It’s up to

Little Moon.” Rose couldn’t help but chime in, frustrated with trying to get through to this man.

Damon’s face grew colder at the mention of his daughter being unwanted or referred to as an old maid. He’d like

to see who would dare say that.

Chloe was in full agreement with Rose. How could her daughter possibly become an old maid? She, of course,

wished for her daughter to find her own true happiness. Just like she had.

right. These things aren’t for us to decide. We

point in discussing this

tried to console him, knowing that any further provocation might truly spark a confrontation

have let it slide,

imagine what extremes Damon might go to for his

tend to his baby. Damon pursed his lips, deprived of an

person who deserved

not having a legitimate

to de-escalate the situation, the conflict simmered down. And so,

Witt’s celebration party passed without further

to Chloe, and took a deep breath, “You’re the only one who can handle him,

me. If it weren’t for you, I’d be worried he’d have started a brawl right

the party.”

smile, acknowledging the truth

that day, Damon

good care of the twins, at night, Chloe

soothing cries required her personal touch. She couldn’t expect

elders to handle everything.

she missed her kids dreadfully. Just half a day apart, and

behind them, it meant that the celebrations for Little Sun

approaching.

days, Elizabeth and Yasmine had shifted their focus to the upcoming celebrations, leaving Chloe and

tend to the children most

well-behaved. Little Sun was quiet, his eyes often fixed on the

before another would catch his attention. Occasionally, when

movements intensely.

laundry or tidying up, darting in and out of the

would kick his limbs happily and coo with delight at

pause her chores, smother them with kisses,

Little Moon was more expressive. Whether she was hungry, thirsty,

too long to soothe her, Little Sun would join in

one of the reasons Damon paid extra attention to Little Moon. To keep

stopped crying. Her brother would naturally

eyeing Little Sun scrutinizingly. Then, once Little Moon settled,

beside Little Sun in the crib, side

always a bundle of joy, tilting his head to look

he would manage to grasp her clothes, and other times he would miraculously

he’d happily kick his little legs

witnessed this, he couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his

“Looks like my daughter’s got

several such observations, Damon was confident in his son’s

week Chloe was discharged from the hospital, Nathan immediately begged Damon to come

office for help.

could finally take a break and spend

at first, had let him off the hook. After all, he

from the get-go.

what it was like. It was normal to want to be

and workloads he had already scheduled for the morning. So, by the afternoon, he

two hours

and Elizabeth had discussed plans for the babies’ celebration party before

with the little ones in the

babies were well-behaved, holding them

she noticed Chloe unconsciously rubbing her shoulders and advised, “The babies are

the tub? I’ll call a masseuse to come over and give you a

rubdown.”

a bath, no need for

Elizabeth didn’t respond.

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