The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5621

Darryl's eyes lit up at the sight of Heather as he could not help but exclaim, "You've only gotten prettier in the days we haven't seen each other, Heather."

Heather flushed bashfully at the compliment, joy aflutter in her chest.

Darryl's gaze fell onto the baby in Heather's arms as they spoke. He stopped short before his expression darkened. "This baby…"

As he spoke, a lump formed in Darryl's throat, stopping him from speaking any further.

The baby was fair and plump with lively eyes that bore an uncanny appearance to Morticia's.

Blood was thicker than water, and Darryl knew without asking that the baby was Morticia's.

Everyone could not help but sigh all at once at the look on Darryl's face, their expressions turning melancholy.

Following that, Chester strode forward to say to Darryl, "This is your baby. God, what a hard life he's had to live. It was just a while ago that this baby caused a huge misunderstanding between Ambrose and Heather…"

As the words rang through the air, Ambrose and Heather's expressions flushed with embarrassment in an instant.

Darryl nodded, his emotions unreadable as he took the baby in his arms and pressed him to his chest. His mind flashed with images of Morticia's tragic death, and his chest throbbed with resentment and rage.

'Oh, Morticia. Why were you so silly to be so loyal to Antigonus when it was clear he didn't trust you anymore?'

Just then, Heather paused before saying, "Uncle Darryl, the baby doesn't have a name yet. Now that you're back, why don't you give him one?"

As she spoke, Heather could not help but reach out to caress the baby's head.

The baby's mother had died before he could even learn to speak. Since his father had returned, there was hope in him not having to live such a tragic life anymore.

Darryl nodded silently, pondering briefly before speaking. "Let's name him Shay."

Morticia was no longer alive and Antigonus could not be any better off. The baby had Fiend race blood in him, and he could be considered the last of the Fiend race's hope.

Upon naming the baby, Darryl cooed at him for a while before handing him over for Heather to care for him. Following that, everyone returned to the main hall.

A few minutes later, a sumptuous feast was laid out under Chester's preparations. Everyone gathered at the table, wining and dining as joy and laughter filled the air.