Chapter 1232

Grace walked into the living room and immediately plopped the sulking Cliff into Oliver's arms. "Here, hold your precious son." Oliver chuckled softly, effortlessly catching Cliff and settling him in his arms. Stroking his freshly washed little face, he asked gently, "Why are you upset? Tell me everything." Hazel joined in the conversation for a bit before excusing herself. Back in Hazel's bedroom, Yara finally started to relax. Grace spoke openly with Hazel, not bothering to filter her words. She said, "Dad sure is well-connected. Three different waves of guests have shown up today, and they're from all over." Hazel pulled out a fresh set of sheets and began making her bed. "There are more coming this afternoon. Yara, if you feel out of place, just hang out here in my room. "Abby will be back soon—she's a little goofball, and it's totally entertaining." Not long after, Abigail came skipping in, holding a few flower branches. "Hazel, I picked these for you!" Apparently, she had