When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1113 The Darling Daughter

Moreover, Darren just had a daughter, who he absolutely adored.

Thus, Nathaniel didn’t want to be a burden to him.

“Alright.”

Darren obeyed Nathaniel’s wishes.

In recent times, he was preoccupied with his wife’s childbirth, hence he had little contact with Nathaniel and Zachary.

For this reason, Nicholas seldom paid attention to him

After he finished speaking, Darren presented his daughter to Nathaniel proudly. “Nathaniel, look,” he said. “she can even blow bubbles.”

The little girl was still so small, barely larger than the size of two palms. Her tiny mouth spitting saliva had utterly melted Darren’s heart.

He had previously feared that, just like Nathaniel, he would have two sons and eventually grow too weary To discipline them. Fortunately, he was blessed with an adorable daughter.

Nathaniel was somewhat speechless, but he reacted politely still. “Yeah, she’s quite adorable.”

“Ah, daughters are truly a blessing. They’re the sweethearts of their fathers. Nathaniel, from a young age, you must educate your two sons well. Don’t let them turn out like you and Nicholas,” Darren said, an unmistakable sense of pride in his voice.

He was certain his darling daughter would surely honor him in his old age.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Darren longed to kiss his daughter, but unfortunately, the doctor had cautioned him from doing so. Adults carried bacteria, and kissing a child’s face could be harmful to the child.

Left with no other choice, he could only bear with it.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel couldn’t bear Darren’s constant bragging. “I’ll also have a daughter. In fact, there are two babies in my wife’s belly right now.”

“What if both of them turn out to be sons?”

“Impossible.”

“Ah, such things are hard to predict.”

Darren chuckled heartily.

Nathaniel looked upset, as he didn’t want any more sons either. Instead, he envied Darren for having a daughter as his first child.

“I’m going to rest now. You go keep our wife company.”

When the topic of his wife came up, Darren’s expression shifted subtly. He responded, “Alright.”

After handing his daughter over to the nanny. Darren returned to the master bedroom.

On the expansive bed in the master bedroom, laid a woman with long, jet–black hair, her skin as fair as snow.

Upon hearing Darren’s entrance, the woman didn’t even open her eyes, simply shifting a bit to the side.

Darren pulled back the covers and lay down.

The woman said, “I’ve just given birth, don’t sleep next to me.”

Darren slightly furrowed his brows. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”

“I don’t want you lying here either!” The woman’s words were icy cold.

Darren decisively pulled her into his embrace. “Aren’t you tired of all those years we’ve spent quarreling? Can’t you tell who’s been good to you and who hasn’t?”

“I don’t need you to be good to me!” The woman opened her red–tinged eyes.

The way she looked at him made Darren feel an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. “You’ve just given birth,” he said. “I won’t argue with you now. Be good and go to sleep.”

The woman glared at him, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I despise you, and I swear I’ll never forgive you in this lifetime,” she spat out, her voice shaking with fury. “Even if I had born you a child, just the sight of you still disgust me!”

Disgust?

Darren clenched his teeth tightly.

“Fine, then you can just be disgusted for the rest of your life.”

He reached out to turn off the light, holding the woman tightly in his arms. Regardless of how she fought or bit, he refused to let go.

At last, the woman grew tired, succumbing to a weary slumber.

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