Robert looked at his son through the glass of the room. He didn't feel his tears just dripping, he felt happiness welling up in his chest.
The tiny baby wriggled with his tiny legs and arms, as if asking Robert to hold him in his arms.
"Your son is fine, sir. However, because he was born prematurely, your son must be given intensive care."
Robert nodded slowly. "Do your best, Doctor."
"Okay, sir. Then, your wife seems to be coming to her senses soon, it's best if you go see her and don't worry about your son."
"Thank you, Doctor."
Robert walked slowly towards the VIP room where Yustina was being treated. There, Nana was tidying up Yustina's clothes that she had just brought from the villa where they were on vacation.
"Sir," she greeted, bowing her head.
"Thank you. You must be in trouble—"
"It's nothing, sir. It's my duty as Madam's maid."
