Chapter 1247

By the time they returned home, it was already late afternoon. Peter pulled Hazel aside, speaking to her privately for a long time. Once the guests had been sent off, only the two families remained. Shawn was still in his groom's suit, holding a little chubby-cheeked baby who was busy blowing bubbles with his lips. With a fond smile, Shawn gently poked Cliff's tiny cheek, asking, "What do you think of the wedding?" Cliff scrunched up his face, clearly unimpressed by the poking. Grace answered on her son's behalf, saying, "What does he know? Isaac carried him off like a stuffed toy the whole time." The joy of newlyweds was something Oliver and Grace had once missed out on. Today, Shawn was noticeably different—more relaxed, more approachable. He smiled more, and even his tone was softer than usual. However, Oliver remained thoughtful. His mind was like a scale, constantly weighing things, and until he had figured out his thoughts, he would not voice them. The house was still fille