Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 509

Heaton got home early from work because he had to take care of the two children at home. The original ruthless career-driven man had been reduced to a full-time stay-at-home father.

Even though there was a babysitter and maids at home, that baby was still too young since he was only three months old. He still needed to be fed.

When Heaton had only taken his tie off while he unbuttoned his shirt and was walking to the baby's room, he could hear the ear-piercing wails of the baby's cries.

The babysitter was comforting him. However, no matter how much she tried to coax him, the baby would not stop crying. Both of the baby's eyes were red, so Heaton raised his brows slightly. His mind was in a complete mess from the baby's cries.

"Let me carry him."

The babysitter was stunned. She had been there for two to three months, and Madam was usually the one who would carry and coax the child. She had never seen Mr. Fudd carried the baby, and he always had a cold expression on his face. However, his expression would ease when he was in front of Madam and Little Jelly Bean. How could he possibly coax the child?

The babysitter handed the baby to Heaton hesitantly. As expected, when the baby noticed Heaton's menacing face, he cried louder.

Heaton frowned deeper as he had no idea what had happened. He wondered if Little Pickle intentionally wanted to torture his father.

"Your mother doesn't want you anymore, and if you keep crying, I won't want you either."

The babysitter was speechless.

Why would anyone comfort a child like that?

Little Pickle continued to wail.

His reply to Heaton was a series of loud wails and cries.

The babysitter cautiously told Heaton, "Mr. Fudd, you can't coax a child with intimidation. Little Pickle is still young, and you'll need to carry him and rock him gently back and forth to comfort him."

It was true that Heaton was the one who raised Little Jelly Bean, but she was much easier to coax than that little rascal. Little Jelly Bean also laughed frequently, unlike the little rascal who cried so easily.

Heaton coaxed Little Pickle patiently for a really long until he had calmed down significantly. However, it did not take long for Heaton's relaxed brows to tense again.

Heaton's palm felt warm, so he knew something was wrong.

The babysitter could also tell that something was wrong, so she asked, "Is there something wrong, Mr. Fudd?"

"The child seemed to have wet himself."

The babysitter was speechless.

Heaton's face turned bitter.

The babysitter immediately took the baby from him and said, "Mr. Fudd, why don't you go and change your clothes? I'll change the child's diaper."

Heaton felt slightly helpless as he stared at his completely urine-soaked clothes. He went to the washroom to take a shower and changed into a casual set of clothes. However, when he got out of the washroom, he could hear Madam Leah screaming for help.

"Young Master! Little Jelly Bean accidentally slipped in the washroom!"

Heaton's heart thumped before he quickly ran downstairs.

Madam Leah covered Little Jelly Bean with a pink bathrobe in the washroom. The little rascal was crying her lungs out.

Heaton helped Little Jelly Bean up and asked, "What happened?"

Madam Leah stuttered as she was startled from the ordeal. "I don't know why Little Jelly Bean would take a shower on her own."

Heaton carried Little Jelly Bean out from the washroom and asked, "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Daddy, my hands hurt."

Little Jelly Bean's eyes were completely in tears as she cried and pouted.