Chapter 388: The Worries of a New Father

"Mr. Benson, he will make it," the head nurse comforted, her voice gentle and patient. "Our director’s son was born as a preemie at seven months, and when he was born, his head was no bigger than a teacup. Now he’s in college and doing great. "Premature babies are indeed weak when they're young and need more care and attention. Parents have to work a little harder," she continued. Hearing these words, Benson breathed a sigh of relief. He watched the tiny baby drinking milk, the bottle clutched tightly in his small hands. The delicate sight softened Benson's heart. The little one squinted his eyes, seemingly enjoying the simple satisfaction, his narrow eyes giving a hint that he might grow to be as adorable as Yvonne. "Mr. Benson, would you like to hold him?" the head nurse asked with a smile. Benson shook his head. "I won’t hold him. I don’t know how." His voice was low, hesitant, and his fingers trembled slightly. The head nurse looked at him, her eyes filled with comfort and