Chapter 919

At the stroke of midnight on one fine October day, somewhere between late autumn and early winter, Grace and Oliver welcomed their son into the world. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. In the delivery room, a nurse handed the newborn to Oliver. "Do you know how to hold a baby?" she asked. Oliver nodded. 20 years ago, he had held Hazel and James as babies. Though he was out of practice, he had secretly rehearsed for this day. As he cradled his child, the baby's wails ceased as if by magic. Eyes still shut, the newborn nuzzled into Oliver's chest. The nurse chuckled. "Oh my, he's already a daddy's boy!" Looking down at his son, Oliver's face softened with a smile. Lightly touching the baby's tiny, delicate fingers, he murmured, "No matter how... ugly you look, Daddy loves you." The couple had said three words to their baby, and both had the same word to describe him: ugly. Outside the delivery room, the nurse carried the Jefferson family's newest member to mee