?Chapter 1443:


    “Ah!”


    Each of her cries seemed to pierce Rhys’ heart, filling him with agony. He had never been one for faith. Yet, in those moments, he found himself pleading silently with any higher power that might listen.


    “I’m not skilled at praying, but please ensure Harlee and our child emerge from this safely. Take anything from me—my career, my wealth, my voice, my limbs, or even my life. Though, if you must take my life, wait until she’s ready. I just want them to be safe.”


    He repeated his silent prayers, his eyes brimming with tears.


    People often found faith through their deepest fears and loves, hoping for nothing but health and safety for their loved ones.


    When Rhys heard the baby’s first cry, relief washed over him. He gazed down at Harlee, drenched in sweat, and gently kissed her forehead.


    “Lee, you did wonderfully,” he whispered.


    Harlee smiled weakly, squeezing his hand.


    “As long as you’re by my side, I fear nothing.”


    Just then, the nurse brought the cleaned baby over, smiling.


    “Mr. Green, Mrs. Green, congrattions. Both mother and son are doing well.”


    Harlee and Rhys looked curiously at their baby and then exchanged amused nces.


    “Why does he look like a little monkey? So weird!” Rhysmented, unable to hide his reaction.


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    Though Harlee said nothing, her quick nce away spoke volumes about her initial impression.


    The nurse’s smile faltered slightly.


    “Newborns often look this way. He’ll grow into his looks soon enough.”


    Rhys dismissed her with a wave.


    “Sure, take him out to the others. They’re great at giving unearned praise.”


    The birth went smoother than Harlee had expected, yet it deeply unnerved Rhys, who adamantly stated he couldn’t envision going through this again.


    Recliningfortably on the plush bed, Harlee watched as Rhys bustled about, attentively following the nanny’s guidance. He frequently stopped to give Harlee affectionate kisses, concerned she might feel neglected.


    A gentle knock echoed at the door.


    “Please,e in,” Harlee said, her voice serene.


    In recent days, the Sanderson family home had seen a steady stream of visitors bearing gifts. Lonnie, protective of his daughter, restricted room ess to only their closest friends.


    Tiffany entered the room tentatively, her expression lighting up upon seeing Harlee.


    “I wanted to see how you were doing,” she said, careful not to disturb the baby.


    “It’s fine,” Harlee assured her with a smile.


    “The baby just woke up. There’s no need to be so cautious.”


    Tiptoeing over to the crib, Tiffany was instantly enchanted upon seeing the baby, rendered speechless by the sight.


    “Aah…”


    The baby let out a soft sound, stretching out a tiny arm and shaking its head, unveiling a pair ofrge, beautiful eyes.


    “How adorable!” Tiffany admired as the baby stretchedzily, his bright eyes and tiny fingers captivating her.


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