Chapter 1217

Grace dressed Cliff in a light blue cotton jacket, making the little one's face appear even fairer and cuter. Lifting him into her arms, she muttered, "Mitchell had the nerve to try and kidnap Cliff. As his mother, I need to settle the score personally." With that, she strode toward Oliver, tucked their son into his arms, and commanded, "Hold him." Oliver caught the tiny bundle with one arm, asking, "Watching someone else deal with him was not satisfying enough for you?" "Exactly," Grace replied, heading into the bathroom to sort the dirty clothes Oliver and Cliff had changed out of. As she stepped out, she started nagging, "Darling, from now on, don't mix your dirty clothes with our son's." Then, remembering that Oliver was about to teach her a lesson, she huffed and added, "And don't mix them with mine either." Oliver was left dumbfounded. He understood keeping Cliff's laundry separate. After all, babies needed extra care. But why couldn't his clothes be washed with her