Nolan Morrison stayed by Matilda Jenkins' side, then remembered his two daughters and quickly went to see them.
Both little girls were asleep at that moment, red, somewhat wrinkled, and looked nothing like the two of them. Nolan couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. Were they really their biological children?
Up until now, seeing the children, Nolan hadn't felt much excitement. His mind was still full of Matilda's long period as a pregnant woman, with swelling, cramps, and limited mobility.
In Nolan's heart, he was somewhat blaming the children. To him, no matter how important the children were, they really weren't more important than his wife.
He couldn't help but voice his regret, to which Mrs. Jenkins replied with disdain, "When Milly was born, she looked exactly the same, red and wrinkly like a little monkey. You're a father now, you shouldn't say such things, you know?"
