Meanwhile, Mike had anticipated this, saying, "That's how it is. I stayed up all the time when Nicky was little. He hardly slept through the night and cried whenever I laid him down. My arms felt like they would fall off." He grew sad as he spoke.

Austin was surprised. "You looked after your son by yourself? Didn't you have a nanny?"

"Well, I couldn't afford one then, and Nicky's mom didn't want to take care of him. So I raised him alone." Mike felt worse having revisited the past.

He took the babies from Alexander. "We'll take care of them now. Go and rest."

"I'm fine, okay?" Although exhausted, Alexander refused to leave.

"Come on," Mike said, knowing Alexander's thoughts. "If you want to make it up to Lily and the babies, you'll have plenty of time to do so. For now, you should get some rest. Who else can care for the babies and rescue Lily if you get sick?"

Alexander finally yielded, though his gaze lingered on the peacefully sleeping infants. They looked like little angels, likely calmed by a good night's sleep and full bellies, a stark contrast to their earlier cries.

"We have to wait for the DNA report anyway. Just leave your babies to us," Mike said.

Alexander considered this and nodded. "I'll take a nap. Wake me when it's noon, all right?" He knew he could only sleep until noon; he had much to do.

After Alexander went to bed, Mike pulled up a stool and sat beside the baby stroller. Although Alexander had only received the babies yesterday, he had purchased the stroller long ago. Having learned of Lily's twins, Alexander had already equipped the house with various baby supplies, including the spacious, double-sized carriage. He was a quiet but meticulous man.

Austin left Mike with the babies and went downstairs, returning with breakfast to share.

"Is it troublesome to care for children?" Austin observed Mike's patient expression.

"It's manageable. We must take extra care when babies are little, but it's all worth it once you see their smiles." Mike looked down and touched their tiny faces. "See how delicate their skin is? Even a slight scrape would be noticeable. Babies are the most innocent beings; they're happy as long as they have enough food and sleep."

Austin leaned over and curiously touched them, his eyes widening. "They're so soft!"

"Don't touch!" Mike swatted his hand away as Austin reached out again. "You see many patients, and you might carry germs and viruses. You could infect them, okay?"

"Hey, come on!" Austin, though he complied, continued to lean over the stroller, gazing at them.

Mike, recalling the past, grew more talkative. "Nicky was this adorable when he was younger. Still, it's a pain when children get sick. I remember when Nicky was three; he had a terrible fever that wouldn't break. I had to rush him back from overseas overnight. Thankfully, he recovered. However, the doctor told me I had to ensure he wouldn't get severely injured because of his unique blood type. Yet he..." Mike's voice choked with emotion.