But it's said that people don't hit someone with a smiling face, especially since so much time has passed. Although she wasn't happy about it, Sophia Hamilton reluctantly agreed.
"Okay."
Willow Lancaster happily ran towards the wall-side baby crib, but just as she reached out, her mother Catherine Taylor stopped her.
"Willow, don't be rude! The baby is too young, and you don't know how to carry him!"
"Mom, who says I can't?" Willow retorted defiantly, "Sister-in-law agreed, I'm his aunt, what's wrong with cuddling my own nephew!"
"Willow!" Catherine Taylor frowned, aware of how precious the main house's descendants were. Her daughter was young and unpredictable; if the child cried, it would definitely cause unhappiness.
Juliana Lancaster stood up and walked over, smiling, "It's okay, if the children want to, let her hold him."
"Thank you, Auntie."
