Byron fell silent for a few seconds. His gaze shifted to the little ones in his arms. He raised a hand and massaged his forehead. There was weariness in his eyes.
Indeed, he was feeling anxious.
He wondered how she was doing now.
"I’m glad you're here.”
Byron said as he stood up, carrying the two children. He expressed his gratitude once again, but his tone was less polite than before, "I have to admit that I've been a bit on edge. Thank you for reminding me. I've managed to calm down."
Andrius let out a sigh of relief and replied, "It's the first time I've seen you so anxious. Don't worry. Sister-in-law is going to be fine."
The two of them grew up together. Ever since he could remember, Byron had always been like an ice-cold statue—even his gaze was icy cold.
If Andrius did not know him well enough to notice the subtle changes in his eyes and his emotions, he might have thought he was facing an emotionless robot.
This was the first time Byron had shown such emotional vulnerability.
Andrius glanced at the two children in his arms. Then, he thought of Rosalie, who was lying on the hospital bed now. There was a look of realization on his face.
Perhaps emotions truly had the power to soften a person.
"Take care of them for me. I'm going to make a phone call," said Byron.
Byron handed the two children over to Andrius.
Andrius looked at the two soft little bundles in his arms. He carefully reached out to carry them, unsure of how much strength to apply.
He was afraid of either waking them up with too much force or accidentally dropping them with too little.
He eventually decided to slowly squat down on the ground.
Finally, he looked up at Byron with a cautious expression. "Who are you calling? You’re not calling Xander, right? It's not the time yet. Sister-in-law wouldn’t agree if she found out about this!"
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