The man was Robert.
Robert stood, looking at Kevin in gentle agitation. His son looked more and more like him.
Kevin, however, avoided Robert's eager eyes and said drily, "thank you, Mr. Smith, for your help this time."
Robert's eyes clouded slightly when Kevin called him Mr. Smith. Taking a deep breath, he said to himself, it doesn't matter. Since Kevin would like to ask him for help, it showed that he didn't resent him so much. He couldn't force Kevin to call him father right now.
"You look tired. The doctor said Miss Schultz is fine. It's normal to wake up late from the anesthesia. Don't worry. You should also have a good rest yourself. If you make yourself ill, who will take care of her?" Robert said persuasively.
Kevin didn't say anything. He nodded slightly and kept on walking to the room next to the ward. It was cleared up by the nurse after Savannah, and the baby was sent here last night.
