So.
He loved the babies because he loved her.
Whether it was the boy or the girl, he adored them both equally.
But of course.
The one he spoiled the most was their mother.
"Oh."
Charlotte replied casually, the awkwardness fading from her face as a smile tugged at her lips.
"Baby..."
Anthony pulled back the covers and lay down beside his wife, pressing close to her ear. "No matter how many daughters we have, the one I love most will always be you."
"The place in my heart belongs only to you."
That.
Would never change.
Fifteen days later.
Charlotte could move around freely and even had the energy to check her students' assignments.
Whenever she found a particularly ridiculous mistake, she would immediately start a video call to chew them out.
After logging off, her students would wipe their tears and secretly complain in their group chat: [RIP me, guys. I'm not feeling any of Charlotte's maternal glow.]
If anything, she was harsher now than before she had the babies.
A loving mother!
Where was the loving mother they were promised?!
They were already starting to sweat for the two little ones clutching their bottles.
"Ma'am, Mr. Blair..." Helen walked in, followed by bodyguards carrying a mountain of gift boxes. "These just arrived from the Isle of Veil."
Before this.
To ensure Charlotte had complete rest, the house had banned all gifts and visitors for the first two weeks.
Now that she had recovered, presents of all sizes were pouring in.
The spare rooms in the villa were almost out of space.
The Isle of Veil?
Newell?
Anthony, who happened to be walking down the stairs with his arm around Charlotte, heard Helen's words. His gaze landed on the boxes, his expression darkening slightly.
Word had only just gotten out!

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