Chapter 1744:


    With Shari safe and finally awake, the tension that had gripped Emmett all day slowly released its hold. Only then did he lift his newborn daughters into his arms and look at them—truly look at them—for the very first time.


    In the neighboring hospital room, Rosanna cradled her newborn son, her eyes shining with a tender, quiet joy.


    Elsa stood a few feet away, arms folded, her gaze moving over the infant withplicated feelings. She liked the baby—she did—but the hard lessons of Rosanna and Kenny’s first child had already shaped her decision. This time, she would not involve herself in raising him. Money would be her contribution, and that would have to be enough.


    After a brief pause, she tapped her phone and transferred thirty million dors to Rosanna’s ount. “Take this—hire professional nannies, arrange proper postpartum care, and make sure you rest. Your healthes first.” She went on, covering every detail with careful precision. Kenny listened in silence, taking in every word.


    Families like theirs didn’t rely on grandmothers to raise children anyway. Trained, professional nannies could provide that care with far more expertise. All Kenny and Rosanna needed to do was be present enough to bond with their son, so he never grew up feeling neglected.


    Not long after, Ethan and Brenna arrived and added a hundred million to Rosanna’s ount.


    Rosanna went still, looking from Elsa to Ethan and Brenna. Words failed her. She didn’t particrly like any of them, but she couldn’t deny their generosity. Combined with what had been given when Emmie was born, she and Kenny now had enough to live without financial worry for the foreseeable future. She could stay home and care for the baby without working a single day if she chose to.


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    A quiet rity settled over her. Even if she found these people difficult, there were clear advantages to keeping the rtionship on good terms. Elsa, irritating as she was, was the baby’s grandmother and would likely continue to be generous. Brenna and Ethan were wealthier still—they would surely be good to their nephew in the years ahead. The more she turned it over in her mind, the more she resolved to adjust her attitude.


    Kenny smiled warmly and nodded. “Then we’ll dly ept all of this. Thank you—on behalf of the baby.”


    Brenna nced down at the tiny infant, a soft smile touching her face. “Let your wife rest,” she said to Kenny. “We won’t keep you any longer.” With that, they all slipped quietly out of the room.


    In the corridor, Elsa turned to Ethan, her brow creased. “How much did you give your father?”


    Ethan met her gaze steadily. “Mom, we didn’t give him anything. His pension is enough to support the children.”


    Brenna, well aware that Elsa’s greatest fear was Shari receiving so much as a single penny from them, added, “That’s right. Not a cent.”


    Elsa’s frown deepened. “Don’t try to fool me. That pension of his barely covers the upkeep on that house. I’m telling you both—don’t give them anything. Not a single cent. If you do, I will never forgive you.”


    Ethan and Brenna exchanged a brief nce and nodded, brushing off her warnings with calm, easy assurances.


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