The tiny newborn in his arms was curled up in the crook of his elbow, her cheeks a deep red, and her nose not yet fully formed.
He held her gingerly, afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt her.
Just then, Ethan Sinclair approached, and as soon as he saw him coming out, he jumped up:
"Shaw, why are you out here? Who's taking care of the Female Master inside?"
Ethan's face was full of surprise as he rushed over to Caleb Shaw in a few steps, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the bundle in Caleb's arms.
Since Caleb had come out, could he go in and take a look?
He knew the Female Master had a bad temper, and if he were to intrude recklessly, she might get angry.
Caleb shook his head: "The Female Master said not to let anyone near, she must be too tired and needs peace."
The servants were eager to take the child, but Caleb blocked them all.
"Don't touch her."
The old butler stepped forward, trembling, his eyes red: "Master... we've finally made it to this day..."
