Chapter 882: Father and Son

Hannah’s sleep was disrupted by nighttime feedings. Whenever possible, she rested, often dozing on the nurse’s bed in the baby’s room after feeding. She awoke to the baby’s cry. Instantly, she saw a man—Oscar—in the room, attempting to pick up the baby, who cried even louder under his touch.

Hannah rushed over. Oscar quickly explained, “I didn’t make him cry. I just saw he was uncomfortable in his cot, wriggling and flushed. I wanted to comfort him, but he cried. I hadn’t even touched him yet.”

Hannah pursed her lips, glancing at Oscar before taking the baby. The baby continued to cry, his face aggrieved. Oscar wondered if the baby disliked him.

Hannah placed her son on the changing table and expertly untied his diaper, revealing a soiled diaper. Oscar saw this. The baby's flushed face had been caused by needing a diaper change.

"Oscar, help me call the nurse," Hannah requested, as changing the baby alone was difficult.

"Okay," Oscar replied, quickly summoning the nurse.

The nurse and Hannah efficiently cleaned and diapered the baby, who calmed down, lying contentedly in Hannah’s arms.

"I'll take the baby for a walk in the garden. Want to come?" Hannah asked Oscar.

Oscar hesitated briefly before nodding eagerly.

Hannah carried the baby downstairs, Oscar following at a respectful distance. They strolled through the back garden, enjoying the cool breeze—a standard part of the baby's routine.

Hannah sat in a gazebo. Oscar stood nearby.

"Aren't you coming in?" Hannah asked.

Oscar, slightly embarrassed, admitted, "I'm afraid he doesn't want to see me."

Hannah chuckled. "Relax, come in."

Oscar hesitantly joined them but remained distant. Hannah, hugging the baby, noted the numerous bodyguards inside and outside the manor—more than before.

"Sometimes, I have no choice," Oscar murmured, noticing her gaze. He wished things could be different for Hannah.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," Hannah smiled.

Oscar nodded, knowing he couldn't alter the situation.

"Don't feel guilty. I've learned to appreciate it differently. I should thank you for protecting us," Hannah said sincerely.

Oscar nodded silently.

"Come here, I'll show you how to hold him," Hannah offered brightly, changing the subject.

Oscar was happy but also sad. "I don't think he likes me."

"He's too young to have preferences. He likely just wasn't comfortable. Come on, I'll teach you."

Oscar, unable to resist, approached. Hannah instructed him, guiding his hands gently as she placed the baby in his arms.

Oscar's heart pounded. He was tense. Hannah laughed, "You handle so much, surely holding your son isn't a problem?"

Oscar relaxed, and surprisingly, the baby didn't cry, only frowning slightly before staring at his father.

Father and son gazed at each other.

"Try talking to him. He may not understand, but he’ll feel your emotions," Hannah suggested.

Oscar, addressing the baby, said, "I am Dad."

The baby continued to gaze adoringly. Oscar continued, “When you grow up, Dad will take you to play football, go swimming, teach you homework, and take you to amusement parks."

Hannah listened, quietly observing. It was an ordinary scene, yet she didn't expect Oscar to be capable of this.

"I'll take you anywhere you want," Oscar's voice softened. The baby seemed to understand, fixated on his father.

"Hannah!" Michelle called from a distance. A slight blush touched Hannah’s cheeks.

Michelle approached, saying, "Why are you outside with the baby? It's windy."

"The doctor said fresh air is good for him," Hannah replied.

"It's been long enough. Let's go," Michelle said, taking the baby from Oscar's arms.

Oscar felt an emptiness in his hands and heart, watching Michelle take the baby away.

Hannah apologized, "My mother…"

"It's nothing," Oscar murmured, looking down at his empty arms.