Fatherhood

Liam furrowed his brows deeply at his son who was lying calmly in his crib. At the same time, his son was also looking at him sharply.

"If you dare trouble your mother while I'm away, young man, I'll..." Liam said sharply.

The baby boy turned his face away indifferently. "Woo..."

Liam narrowed his eyes with a stern look from the open door. He had to leave because he heard that Ezekiel and his wife had arrived at the castle, and he wanted to talk to the man. But this was the first time he had actually left his son except for a bath.

He was somewhat distraught.

"Go and rest for a while, Milord. Don't worry about us," Harriet said softly.

Liam's expression turned one hundred and eighty degrees towards his wife who was breastfeeding their daughter.

"Of course," he said with a warm smile. "I'll be right back. Don't worry, I can hear crying from the other end of the castle, and I'll come straight away if that happens."