Daddy...

Jane came back, and they hired two nannies. James was quite satisfied with this kind of life at first. After all... he could see Dax after coming back from work early, and could even hug and kiss him whenever he wanted. How great it was! Time went by quickly. Two months later, Dax was eight months old. One day, James took time to go home because he needed to get a document. He could have asked Samuel to get it, but he wanted to see Dax, so he went back on his own. As soon as he went back, he saw that Dax didn't want to eat his food. The two nannies surrounded him and kept coaxing him, but he refused to eat. "What's going on?" Hearing James's voice, the nanny turned her head and was in a dilemma. The new nanny Aria said, "Dax doesn't want to eat no matter how we coax him. We're so worried." James looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. "Is he not feeling well?" "No, he played happily just now, but he refuses to eat..." James nodded. He walked over, squatted next to Dax's chair