Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 613

Meanwhile.

In the living room of the Yamin family.

Angie, Charlie, Stella, and Chris were playing with George on the sofa. Stella and Chris had just

returned from working overtime and chose not to go upstairs upon seeing George in the living room.

"Oh, my waist! George, have you gained weight? I can't even afford to hug you anymore."

Stella complained, a bit exhausted from playing with George. She lay on the sofa, panting heavily.

From Chris's perspective, it seemed like she was suffering from serious asthma.

If it were a stranger gasping like that in the elevator today, Chris might subconsciously have come to

his rescue.

He glanced askance at Stella, who was still panting heavily, and quickly withdrew his eyes. He lowered

his presence and remained silent, quietly playing with George.

Angie glared angrily at her daughter Stella. "What did you mean? George is just fine like this. Your own

weakness and lack of exercise are the issue, yet you're looking for reasons in my grandson."

Stella couldn't help but feel speechless. She didn't mean anything.

Chris touched his nose with his hand, blocking his lips, and leaned close to Stella to remind her. He

lowered his voice, audible only to the two of them as he said, "If you say one more bad word about her

only dear grandson, I'm sure that Mom might scold you out of the house in a minute. Unless you give

birth to other grandchildren for Mom right now."

After hearing what Chris had said, Stella couldn't help but wince and immediately banished the thought.

Angie squinted at her two unmarried children with an unsatisfied look while listening to Chris' words.

"Hmph, of course, I should treasure my grandson George, or do you think I'm supposed to treasure you

two, an old leftover man and an old leftover woman?"

Chris didn't what to say and could only glare at Stella, thinking that she talked too much and caused all

of this.

Stella, however, still said casually, "Mom, I never knew that you've got sharp ears. You could even hear

such a small voice."

Angie didn't say anything anymore and just gave George a kiss on the cheek, a smile playing on her

lips. She then shot Stella a stern look, leaving Stella to grasp the meaning on her own.

At this time, Charlie, who had received a message from William, was clearly depressed, and his chest

rose and fell as he sighed. He held up his phone for everyone to see. "Look, guys, this is a picture

William sent specially. If you two want me to live a happy life, just be more grateful and solve your

problem of being single."

Then he glanced at the picture on his cell phone. The little baby looked so adorable. However, the only

pity was that he had got a bad grandfather. Charlie then continued to say, "William is getting more and

more cocky after having two adorable grandchildren right now. If this continues, William's ego might

reach the sky. Chris, you're half responsible for what's going on." It was Chris' delay in getting married

caused him to get the lower hand at every turn against William.

Angie concurred. The more she looked at George, the more she liked him. She lowered her head and

kissed George on his cheek again. Stella, sitting across the table, expressed her sympathy for George.

How many times a day did he have to be kissed?

Angie subconsciously interpreted Stella's eyes as envy. "It's useless. If you can find a boyfriend, I might

even reward you with a flying kiss. If you guys don't want William to get too cocky, go find your mates,

and do what you need to do."

Stella reached out to stop Angie's idea. "Mom, stop. You'd better put off the idea of sending me flying

kisses. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night. As for the problem you mentioned about William being

too proud and showing off in front of you and dad every day, I don't think it's a problem. It'll sort itself

out when the time is right. After a long time, he'll find it pointless, right, Chris?"

Angie and Charlie were speechless. With Stella's kind of thinking, they were really worried that she

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Chris, however, didn't replied to Stella, nor did he intend to.

Stella didn't care if Chris replied or not; he did it all the time anyway. Stella shrugged her shoulders and

nestled into the couch, crossing her legs and relaxing.

"Then someone is also half responsible for that, so you can take care of that first," Chris kindly

suggested to Charlie.

After hearing this, Stella's brain was now particularly sharp. Christina was already married, so clearly,

Chirs meant that she should be half responsible for that. Stella pressed her hand on Chris's shoulder

and sat up straightly. "Wait a minute, Chris. You're one step away from thirty, and I'm still young. It

seems that you're more in need of a marriage than me."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Angie said as she hugged George after hearing her daughter's words, glaring at Stella and Chris.

Stella flattened her mouth, ripped open George's lollipop, and bit into it. The lollipop nibbled as she

sucked on it. "I'm just telling the truth, Mom. How can you say I'm telling nonsense?"

"You'd better hurry up and find a boyfriend. Also, stop making a lot of noise when eating your lollipop."

Angie frowned at Stella's casual look and interrupted her daughter. She looked very furious.

"Mom, how can you say that to me? Listen, the sound of me eating a lollipop isn't loud at all."

Stella then purposefully stuffed the lollipop in and pulled it out, repeating the action to create a very

loud sound, hoping Angie would realize that she was wrong.

Stella's antics made George, who had also been enjoying a lollipop, laugh. The little guy covered his

mouth with his tiny hand, finding Stella cute.

Charlie felt inwardly helpless as he observed Stella's eccentric behavior. Surely, there was a reason for

her being single.

"Are you serious? Stop doing that! The sound is almost killing me," Chris couldn't tolerate Stella's

behavior. "You better help her find someone. After all, it seems quite hard for her to get married."

"Who are you talking about? It's rare to find someone as good as me. You're the one that no one likes."

Stella held the lollipop diagonally in her mouth and crossed her legs, appearing relaxed and

nonchalant.

"Who gave you that confidence, Stella? If you can bring back a boyfriend, I'll stop talking about you,"

Angie challenged her daughter.

Unfortunately, under Leia's influence, Stella wasn't as gullible anymore. Her emotions were more

stable, and her IQ seemed higher. She responded nonchalantly, "It's better to forget about it, then."

In the end, the issue of who should marry first was still not resolved, since Stella and Chris all didn't

want to dwell on marriage. Stella just wanted to be laid-back, but now she could only be a half-laid-

back person. With the prospect of falling in love and dealing with the associated quarrels after long

work hours, she felt exhausted just thinking about it.

Considering the busy schedules, she, of course, preferred a leisurely life with the weekend offered a

chance to sleep, travel, and enjoy dinner.

Chris felt he was already occupied enough with daily surgeries, leaving no time for love. Besides, he

also didn't want love to interfere with his work. After all, few women could understand his career, and

he didn't have the time for the effort required in a relationship. He would rather spend more time

working than trying to coax a woman.

If Charlie and Angie knew Stella and Chris's thoughts, they would sure be furious.

In the ward of Athana Hospital.

William and Daniel both cradled Frank's son for a while before Grace encouraged them to head home.

"You should go home now. You can come over tomorrow," Grace suggested, winking at William. Ava

was almost ready for bed.

Without waiting for Emma to speak, Daniel turned to Ava and said, "I'll go home too. I'll come to see

you tomorrow." Ava was already a mother now, and he should consider more in some ways, even if he

was her father. After all, Ava was a woman, and there were times when it was inconvenient for him to

be present.

Emma nodded and said to Daniel, "Well, you and William can play chess and go to bed early. Just don't

forget to visit the Yamin family tomorrow."

William quickly responded, "I'll accompany Daniel tomorrow."

Grace added, "Well, just don't get too cocky in front of Charlie."

"Don't worry. I'll know what to do, especially since he gave me grandchildren gifts. We're leaving now.

Ava, get some rest and don't think about anything."

"Okay."

After William and Daniel left, the room was down to four. Frank still had the baby in his hands and

hadn't washed up yet. Ava, who had already laid down, sat up again and reached out, saying, "Frank,

give the baby to me. You go wash up first."

Emma chimed in, "Give the baby to me and let me take care of him. It's strange. Why is he so clingy to

Frank?"

Frank gently placed the baby into Emma's arms. Just as he did, the baby's eyes opened, and he was

ready to cry. Frank's head knitted in concern. It seemed that his son was really here to "punish" him.

In the end, Ava sat on the bed, hugging the baby, and waited for Frank.

Ten minutes later, Frank had finished washing and took the baby. "You go to sleep. I'll take care of

him."

Ava lay flat on her back on the bed and said to Frank, who was standing on the side, "You can't hold

him all the time. Your arms will get sore. Try putting him down a few times and see."

Emma came out after washing, and Grace was still in there washing her face.

Ava was right. Frank couldn't hold his son all the time. Otherwise, if this went on, when Ava was

discharged, Frank's arms would be broken. Emma said, "Try putting him down a few more times in the

evening. When you're done, wrap a little blanket around him to make him feel secure. It's not good to

hold him all the time like this."

The nurse spoke without stopping her hand, jotting something down in a notebook—perhaps a

temperature record. She then placed the notebook on the table and tucked the electric thermometer

inside her white coat. "Come on, give the baby to me."

Frank hesitated to hand the baby over. Seeing Frank freeze, the nurse urged, "It's okay. It won't matter

if he cries a little. You can't hold him like this all the time. You'll have problems even going to the

bathroom by then. Even though he's very small, he'll get used to it. The little ones are very smart."

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Frank then realized that there were much more things to learn when bringing up a child. As a first-time

dad, he wondered if Trevon had the same experience.

Emma expressed her gratitude to the nurse and said, "Thank you."

The nurse glanced at the particularly gentle Emma and replied, "You're welcome. This is my job. If you

have any problems, ring the bell or come to the nurse's desk to find me. I'm on duty at night."

Grace, who had finished washing long ago and had been standing on the side, answered, "Okay."

While Frank continued rocking the bassinet, the child didn't cry but didn't sleep well as well. His little

hands were still moving. Frank saw that his son was not feeling well and was about to pick him up

again, but Emma stopped him and said, "Let him get used to it. Maybe in a few days, he'll adapt."

Frank initially hesitated but eventually gave in, saying, "Okay."

In the middle of the night, everyone was asleep. Ava was also asleep. The little guy in the bassinet

would hum from time to time. He probably wanted Frank to hold him.

Rocking the bassinet countless times throughout the night, Frank was almost exhausted. It was only at

dawn that the little one finally slept soundly.