The expression on Autumn Shelby's face froze. In such a short time, he no longer recognized her as his biological mother.
Clara Grant held the baby and glanced over at Autumn Shelby. After a moment's thought, she spoke gently to the child. "Sweetie, that's your mommy. Go on, let Mommy hold you."
'No matter how many mistakes Autumn Shelby had made, she was still the baby's biological mother. Looking at her now, she must be desperate to hold her own son.'
However, the moment she finished speaking, the baby twisted around, clung to Clara Grant's neck, and turned his back to Autumn Shelby.
The hopeful look in Autumn Shelby's eyes instantly turned to one of utter disappointment. At the same time, her hatred for Clara Grant intensified.
'That woman, Clara Grant! Not only did she steal the man I love most, but now she's trying to steal my own son's love too?'
