Garfield's POV
After giving orders to my subordinates, I turned my attention to the baby in front of me.
Strangely, as our eyes met, the baby immediately stopped crying. He stood up again, swaying, and reached out his arms to me, as if wanting to be back in my embrace.
"No, you can't. You just wet my clothes," I coldly rejected the baby's request, "And you're still wet."
The baby tilted his head, seeming to struggle to understand my words.
When I shook my head at him again, the baby turned his gaze to a cabinet.
On top of the cabinet was a stack of neatly folded diapers.
"So, you want me to change this for you?" I withdrew my gaze, feeling a ridiculous sensation rising in my heart, "No way."
"Wail—"
At the moment I uttered the refusal, the baby in front of me burst into tears again, even more heart-wrenching than before. Concerned voices came from outside the room once again.
"I said I could handle this!"
I shouted angrily at the door, then stared at the crying baby, my face darkening.
"I swear, if you dare let anyone know about this..."
Oh, what am I doing? Before the threatening words could leave my mouth, I began to mock myself. It's just a baby, and maybe tomorrow, he'll forget my face. Look at his poor little head. At that moment, I didn't even realize that this child might never see the sun again.
His biological father had deprived him of the right to live.
I reached out and picked up a diaper from the cabinet. The baby in the crib obediently stopped crying, blinking his big eyes, waiting for my next move.
"Okay... I need to tear this part first..."
I clumsily opened the new diaper, then reluctantly, I removed the soiled one from the baby's body.
But at the moment I took off the soiled diaper, I was shocked once again.
She's a girl.
The baby's murmuring brought me back to reality.
I swiftly put the new diaper on her, then grabbed my coat and turned away from the crib. "Da-Da!"
The voice of the baby, thinking I was leaving, sounded more urgent.
I glanced at the mirror on the wall, just in time to see the baby trying to reach out to me from the crib.
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