Connor Grant's eyes were full of an uncontrollable smile; he carefully took the son who looked exactly like him from Yvonne Sutton's hands. Listening to his son's joyful laughter, his hands suddenly trembled, always worried that his clumsy hands might hurt the child.
Yvonne Sutton watched him carefully protect his son as if he were guarding a priceless treasure. Her eyes warmed, and she was somewhat grateful that she had listened to her father's advice and brought her son back to The Grant Family.
At least her child now had his father's love; no one would say he was found on the streets, and no one would call him a bastard.
She pressed her lips together, suppressing the bittersweet feelings and gratitude inside her. She forced a smile that was uglier than crying at Connor Grant's back.
