Crimson's eyes shifted to Celestine, who quietly watched him with an unreadable expression. “The baby reminds me of someone,” he mumbled, trying to convince himself that he was indeed imagining things.
Celestine's brow furrowed. “What are you talking about? She's just a baby. All babies look alike. Look at the shape of her nose and her eyes. She definitely inherited those features from you.”
He couldn't help but observe his daughter's features closely, tracing the resemblance back to his own face.
“Sir, we'll have to transfer the baby to the neonatal unit,” the nurse told him.
He turned to the nurse and carefully passed the baby into her capable hands. Never before had he held something so delicate and precious, and it made him afraid that he would make a mistake and hurt the fragile c
