After gently stroking the triplets' hair, Gara leaned down to kiss baby Bel's chubby cheek. The little one giggled, tickled by the affection.
"Dadda~ Dadda~" Bel babbled.
With that delicate, pretty face, Bel looked strikingly similar to Gara.
From the side, the Duke noticed it. He saw the faint echoes of his own children's baby faces reflected in Bel.
"Her name is Bel. Gara's fourth child. The father is Madha," Karon whispered quietly, unprompted.
He knew the Duke was too proud to openly satisfy his curiosity. As a son, Karon chose to be sensible.
The Duke shot him a sharp look but said nothing. Karon pretended not to notice.
The Duke's gaze shifted back to the triplets, who were now cheering for Gara. Each of them had distinct personalities, yet all were clever in their own ways.
Naturally, the Duke attributed this to the intelligence flowing through Eshaan blood. Even baby Bel, not yet a year old, already showed signs of brightness.
