"LADY Nystrom, the young lord is so adorable!"
Tilly smiled proudly. "I know, right?" she agreed with Isabelle. "My son is blessed with oozing charm."
"He's cute but…" Flint trailed-off while looking at Winter with wide eyes. Then, he turned to her with a horrified look on his face. "Baby Winter looks so much like your husband, Big Sister."
She laughed at Flint's comment. "And that's supposed to be a good thing, Flint."
Right now, they were in the playroom.
Winter and Julian were in the crib while Isabelle and Flint were gushing about her son. On the other hand, she was having tea in the tea table place beside the window.
I'm so glad Isabelle and Flint arrived safely.
"My lady, can I carry the young lord?" Isabelle asked with huge, sparkling eyes. "I promise to be really careful."
"Of course," she said with a smile. "I trust you, Isabelle."
