Piers family estate.
When Abigail went upstairs, Brandon Piers, Elder Piers, the wet nurse, and even a renowned pediatrician were present.
Pullan led Abigail up, and everyone's eyes focused on her.
Elder Piers had met Abigail last night but didn't have a deep impression. He didn't expect even Dr. Waston couldn't handle the situation; his grandson had invited such a plump girl over. His eyes were probing.
Abigail met the elder's gaze calmly and courteously greeted him before looking at Brandon, "Mr. Piers, can I hold the baby?"
Without waiting for Brandon to nod, Kelly quickly handed the crying baby to Abigail. "Miss Green, the little master has been crying since he woke up this morning. His throat is a bit inflamed and he hasn't had much milk."
"Let me see." Abigail ignored Brandon's scrutinizing gaze, took the baby, and gently rocked him in her arms. Her movements were soft, and her eyes were tender. "Don't cry, baby. Be good, baby..."
