Earlier, the nurse took her first child to the next room for examination and had not returned. Jaylen heard a notification in his earpiece, and his expression subtly changed. He said, "We don't have time; we need to leave now." He took the surviving second child from the doctor and placed the baby in Maeve's arms. His tone was calm as he said, "Think it through."

Maeve's eyes immediately welled up, her arms trembling as she held the baby. She wanted to hold tighter but couldn't. She was torn. She hadn't even had a proper chance to see the baby who had died. How could she bear to leave him alone? But she had already lost one child; she couldn't afford to lose this one too.

Byron would not let them go. Maeve steeled herself and said, "Let's go." Jaylen nodded, bent down, and carried Maeve from the operating table, walking briskly toward the exit.

They had just stepped into the elevator when Byron emerged from the adjacent elevator, and his men quickly surrounded the entire floor. The trembling doctors and nurses confessed everything they knew. Upon hearing that Maeve had left just minutes earlier, Byron's cold aura intensified. He asked in a deep voice, "Where is the child?"

The doctor shivered and stammered, "Th-the child... the child was taken to the next room for examination and was just confirmed... to have passed away." As the last words left the doctor's mouth, he felt the temperature drop further in Byron's gaze. The man seemed a terrifying figure from hell, his aura freezing. "Take me there," Byron ordered, his face devoid of emotion. "Y-yes!" The doctor hurriedly led Byron to the room, where the deceased child lay on a small bed, eyes closed, completely still.

The surging anger in Byron's chest stalled, and his steps faltered for a few seconds before he slowly approached. He saw the child's pale, bluish face. "Already... dead?" Byron thought, his fingertips trembling slightly as he hesitated. He gently lifted the child from the bed, holding the baby delicately. When the tiny, almost weightless body settled into his arms, Byron's initial joy at becoming a father was quickly replaced by an uncontrollable wave of anger. Suddenly, a faint whimper interrupted him. He thought he had misheard, but when he looked down, he saw the child in his arms, with a bright red face, letting out a loud wail.

Byron's entire body stiffened, but moments later, joy burst forth in his dark eyes. Trying to offer the gentlest smile he could manage, he softly soothed, "Don't cry. From now on, Daddy will always be here. Nothing will ever happen to you again."

Four years later, in the city of Sweland, Erancia, inside Iredale Palace, the spring sun shone brightly, and the garden was filled with blooming flowers. A small figure walked by the fountain, dressed in a plaid shirt, denim overalls, and a brown beret, looking trendy and fashionable. Hugging a notebook to his chest, he glanced around seriously, his delicately sculpted face looking earnest.

"Theo, you've snuck out again behind your mommy's back, haven't you?" the elderly gardener chuckled. "Careful, or your mommy will give you a spanking."

Theo instantly smiled, squinting his eyes, and replied, "No way, Mommy is the most beautiful and gentle girl in the world. She wouldn't spank me."

Another woman gardener teased, "Last time you picked John's best roses (intended for the Queen) and gave them to your mommy, I saw her giving you a spanking."

Theo's face flushed red. "Th-that was just a gentle pat, an act of love... It wasn't really a spanking." The gardeners burst into laughter. They asked, "So you're not in the front hall with your mommy? Are you planning to pick more of John's precious roses?" Theo shook his head and raised the notebook. "Mommy is designing this year's royal uniforms, so as her capable little assistant, I'm here to do some research."

The female gardener looked surprised. "You're so small, can you even write?"

"Of course I can!" Theo puffed out his chest. "Don't underestimate me."

"Haha, well then, make sure to take good notes for your mommy," the gardener laughed. "Maybe she'll reward you later." Theo smiled adorably. "Okay!"

Wherever he went, Theo charmed everyone. His sweet talk and cute antics made it hard for anyone to let him go after he finished his "research." Just then, a graceful figure appeared at the garden's entrance. She wore a knitted red dress beneath a cream-colored coat, her skin radiant, her slender figure elegant. Her smooth, black hair cascaded over one shoulder, her petite face charming. As she arrived, the garden's beauty seemed to dim slightly in comparison.

Maeve glanced around and saw her son picking a flower, making a maid smile so widely her eyes disappeared. Maeve thought, I'm not like this, so where did he get these charming genes? Beside her, Karina, who was dressed in an elaborate gown, laughed, "Your son is so charming, he makes me want to have one of my own."

"Well, you should hurry up and settle your own marriage first," Maeve joked.

Karina shook her head. "There's no rush. By the way, think carefully about my earlier proposal. If you agree to stay, you'll become the next royal chief designer. You'd be the first person under thirty to hold that position." Maeve's smile faded slightly. "I appreciate the queen's kindness, but I want to return home to take care of something important."

"So, does that mean you'll come back?" Karina asked.

Maeve thought for a moment. "Maybe. I can't guarantee when I'll return."

Karina smiled. "Alright then, whenever you decide to return, let me know. That position will always be waiting for you. Both the Queen and Prince Loren admire you so much." Maeve smiled. "I'm incredibly grateful for their recognition."

Back when she first arrived in Erancia, she didn't know anyone, and her previous identity and qualifications couldn't be used, making it difficult to find a job. Fortunately, she met Loren, who recommended her to the palace's chief designer. After a series of tests, she was allowed to stay. Later, her design for a formal banquet gown for the queen earned the queen's favor, solidifying her position.

It was one year after their marriage. Byron sat on the sofa reading a document when he suddenly called toward the kitchen, "Baby." Moments later, a soft little figure toddled over, leaned against his leg, and tugged on his pant leg. "Daddy, did you call for me?" the little toddler asked. Byron looked down, lifted the little one onto his lap, and chuckled, "I was calling for your mommy."

"Not me?" the toddler asked.

Byron responded lovingly, "You're Joy. Mommy is 'baby.'"

The little one seemed to half-understand and slid off his lap, waddling toward the kitchen. "Mommy, Mommy," Joy cried out.

Maeve, who was busy making soup, heard the voice and turned to see the little one wobbling toward her, looking like a plump little penguin. She laughed, setting down the ladle and crouching to steady the toddler. "What's wrong, baby?" Maeve asked.

"Mommy, Daddy is looking for his baby," the little toddler relayed, her chubby cheeks puffing out. "Mommy, go quickly."

Maeve pinched her daughter's cheeks. "Did my baby make Daddy angry again? Do you need Mommy to help you?" Ever since her daughter learned to walk, she had become especially mischievous. One day, she pulled her father's hair; the next, she stuck stickers on his important documents. Whenever she pouted, Byron melted and spoiled her.

"It wasn't me," the little toddler blinked her big eyes. "Daddy's baby is Mommy." Maeve's face flushed red. What kind of things was he saying in front of our child?

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