After Yvonne spent a few minutes cooing and playing with her, Coralie started to yawn.
For a one-month-old baby, life was mostly about feeding, sleeping, and filling her diapers.
Seeing the baby was getting drowsy, the maternity nurse walked over.
Yvonne handed Coralie Thompson to the nurse and watched as she carried the baby back to the nursery.
Just as Yvonne stood up from the sofa, she saw Bennett Thompson push the door open and walk in.
He was still in his military uniform, having likely come straight from the base without a chance to change.
“You’re back early today?” Yvonne asked, her eyes curving into a smile.
“Yeah, I just came from Grandfather’s. I heard Cynthia gave birth last night—a healthy eight-pound boy,” Bennett said.
Cynthia’s due date was a month after Yvonne’s, so it was indeed her time.
Yvonne smiled. “Grandfather must be thrilled. He finally has a great-grandson.”
“He is,” Bennett chuckled, then continued, “The old-timers still have those archaic views about needing a male heir. But anything Cynthia’s son gets, our Coralie will have too. Grandfather won’t show any favoritism, even if he feels it.”
Bennett was the future head of the Thompson family, so no matter what Mr. Thompson Sr. truly thought, he would be sure to treat everyone fairly on the surface.
When Noah Thompson’s son was born yesterday, Mr. Thompson Sr. had sent his aide to visit and gifted them a house.
Today, Mr. Thompson Sr. had summoned Bennett and gave him a house as well, a gift for Coralie. Its value was comparable to the one Noah’s son received.
In truth, Bennett didn’t need another property. But Mr. Thompson Sr.’s commitment to fairness was a reassuring gesture.
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