The wet nurse arrived, and several people crowded around to watch her change the baby's diaper under high pressure.
Toby Collins wanted to hold her, but at that moment, Logan Collins came out.
"Gracie is here, come give your great-grandfather a hug."
Toby Collins was taken aback.
"Uncle, at your age, holding a baby isn't good for your health."
The color of Logan Collins's face darkened, "What do you mean? No matter how old I am, I can't hold my own great-granddaughter properly?"
Logan Collins gave the butler a look.
The butler's lips twitched as he looked at Toby Collins, who was cursing and swearing.
He knew this was an unpleasant task, but the old man had spoken, and he had no choice but to put on a brave face and an obliging smile, then bent over and said, "Just let me take care of the little miss."
"Can you even hold a baby with those rough hands of yours?"
After giving him a fierce glare, Toby Collins stood up and carefully handed the baby to Logan Collins.
