After a long, loving embrace, Estelle detached from her parents and went over to the nearby crib.
Inside laid her baby brother, Noah Clareste.
He was sleeping peacefully, sucking on his thumb as if it was a delicious candy.
This harmless looking creature was what almost caused Sheila to meet her doom at an early age.
Noah inherited both of his parents' features, making his hair a somewhat duller silver than what Estelle and Alan had. If you look closer in the right angle, you could also see the yellowish tinge from Sheila's platinum blonde hair.
"Grow up well. I hope that you can chase after me one day. I look forward to it," Estelle strongly believed that the infant had potential.
If only he was born in a normal family, he wouldn't have survived.
Luckily, he had her as his older sister.
Estelle's brows creased as she remembered Noah's condition. Although he didn't show any signs of possible ailments right now, something terrible might develop as he grows.
