Chapter 508

"Change of plans... take me to the place," I told him.

He furrowed his brows in response.

"Why?" He asked.

"Irene needs my help with the baby, that's why," I told him simply. "If Gavin doesn't want to see me, then that's fine, but I'm not cutting myself off from Irene."

He nodded and, without another word, he turned in a different direction and started to drive towards the Silver Crescent pack.

Once we were at the mansion, I thanked him and hurried out of the car. I didn't bother looking back at Beta Taylor, though I could feel his eyes on the back of my head.

Irene was in the living room, cradling a crying Emalyn. The baby's face was all red as she belted and sobbed, and it broke my heart to see her like this. Irene was also crying as she cooed at the little baby, trying to calm her.

Irene looked at me with relief in her eyes.

"I don't know what to do," she cried, her bottom lip trembling. "Please, help me..."

I immediately went to her, taking a look at Emalyn's face. I put my hands on her cheeks and forehead, my stomach clenching when I felt how warm she was. "She's running a fever," I told her. "Do you have any baby medicine?" I asked. "Maybe in the kitchen," she said, her voice cracking as she spoke.

I grabbed the baby from her arms, cradling her close to my chest. She relaxed a little, but not all the way.

"I need you to listen carefully, okay?" I said, trying to remain as calm as I could. She nodded, waiting for my instructions. "I need you to warm up some milk in a baby bottle and put a few drops of medicine in the milk. Not a lot... just a little. Then bring me the bottle."

Irene nodded and, without another word, she ran off and into the kitchen. I continued to rock and cradle the baby; her crying subsided a little, but she was still whimpering as the fever took full effect.noveldrama

"Poor little pup," I whispered soothingly.

Not long after, Irene was returning with the baby bottle. I took the bottle from her and started to feed the baby. it took a few tries, but soon Emalyn started to drink greedily.

Irene sighed, resting on the couch now that the mansion was quiet and free from the crying. As the baby drank, her sniffles and sobs subsided. She stopped halfway through the bottle, and then I took a break to burp her before having her continue.

Once she was done with the bottle, I placed it on the coffee table and rocked her. The room had fallen silent as the baby nuzzled against me, trying to gain warmth, though she was sweating from her fever. It tore at my heart to see her like this.

I had to change her a couple of times within the hour because her diaper exploded. The second time it happened had Irene helped me bathe her. The warm water was soothing enough that it calmed her into a sleeping state.

Rocking her in my arms, I sat with her on the couch until she was completely asleep. She wasn't as warm, but I could tell she still had a slight fever.

Irene looked relieved to see that she was finally sleeping.

"Thank you," Irene whispered. "How did you get so good at taking care of babies?"

I shrugged.

"Just a natural talent," I admitted.

"I wish I had that talent," she murmured. "I don't think I'll ever be good at this kind

of thing."

We remained quiet for a long while, and then I turned to her.

"Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Is your dad dating someone?"

She raised her brows and then cocked her head.

"My dad doesn't really date anyone... why?" She asked.

"I called him earlier, and a woman answered... I was just wondering how she

was," I explained.

She raised her brows.

"I haven't spoken to my father in days," she admitted. "He's been busy with work as far as I know. I'm not sure who answered his phone, but I doubt he would have allowed that if he knew," she told me.

I thought about it for a moment, and then I nodded.

"Yeah, maybe it's just a misunderstanding," I said softly.

She was quiet for a long while, and then she straightened her posture.

"You know what you need to do?" She asked, "You need to go to the Villa and see him for yourself."

"What?" I nearly asked, my eyes wide.

"I'm serious," she said, a grin forming

on her lips. "Go to the Villa and see

my father. If anything, you should tell him how you feel. You have obvious how feelings for him, so you should tell him, right?"

"What if he doesn't feel the same?" I asked, meeting her eyes.

"Then you'll know the truth," she told me. She stood and took the baby from my arms, cradling her. "I think her fever broke. I'll put her in her crib... go to the Villa, Judy. I mean, what's the worst that can happen, right?"