Such a tiny baby, due to premature birth, was barely larger than the palm of his hand.
With eyes tightly closed, the baby curled up in the incubator like a little shrimp.
Seeing him approaching, it was as though she knew he was her father, for she suddenly opened her eyes and stared straight at him.
He was well aware that such a small child probably couldn't see clearly yet, but at that moment, it felt as though his heart was grasped by a tiny hand.
She was his daughter, his precious baby who should have been cherished in the palm of his hand, yet she had been without her mother from the moment she was born.
He hated the Yakov Family, but he hated Grace Yakov even more!
Eddy Sherman's gaze, clouded by memories, turned bloodshot, with a cold and ruthless light emanating from the depths of his eyes.