Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1316

Remington held Joy, his expression deadpan.

"Do you even know how to hold a baby? Don't drop my son. Besides, did you wash your hands? God knows how much bacteria you're carrying. Have some self-awareness."

Nathan's suit jacket was slightly wrinkled, clearly showing he had rushed over straight from the airport.

But Remington wasn't touched by the gesture in the slightest; he was genuinely disgusted by the potential germs.

Nathan looked like he was ready to cough up blood. He glared furiously.

"What do you mean I don't know how to hold a baby? I held you when you were little!"

But knowing he had come straight from a flight without changing or washing up, he slowly lowered his hands, abandoning his attempt to hold the boy.

Lizetta walked over. Remington's shoulder was still injured, and even though he acted like it was nothing, Joy was getting heavy.

She reached out. "Be a good boy, Joy. Mama will hold you."

Joy obviously favored his mother over everyone else. Plus, he had just learned to say the word, and every time he said it, Lizetta showered him with affection.

The smart little boy had already figured out the system. He looked at Lizetta, immediately threw his arms open, and babbled in a sweet, soft voice.

"Ma-ma."

Lizetta felt her heart completely melt. Beaming, she took Joy and planted two heavy kisses on his soft, sweet-smelling cheeks.

"Good boy, Joy. You're so smart."

Joy wrapped his arms around Lizetta's neck, kicked his little legs excitedly, and called out again.

"Ma-ma, ma-ma."

Nathan entirely forgot his anger. Watching the scene, he was completely smitten.

He took two steps forward, standing right beside them.

Nathan realized his visit was off to a terrible start. He never should have lost his temper at Lizetta before he even knew what was going on.

It was obvious that if his youngest son wasn't there, things would have turned incredibly ugly.

If he stayed any longer today, he wasn't going to get anything out of it anyway.

So, Nathan didn't fight back, letting Joseph drag him toward the exit. But he wasn't happy about it.

He had come all this way and hadn't even gotten to touch his grandson's hand.

He stared at Joy. The baby, perhaps distracted by the departure of his young uncle and this new grandpa, peeked his head out from Lizetta's neck to watch them leave.

When Nathan caught Joy's eye, he immediately smiled again.

"Joy, say Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Remington scoffed. Joy couldn't even say 'Dad' yet. Nathan was dreaming.