Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 609: Love as Deep as the Sea, Naming the Baby (3)_1

"Marcel, I can handle it. I know it’s not easy being a military spouse, but I’ve been prepared for a long time."

Marcel’s gaze softened even more.

「As evening approached, Glades Horne returned home.」

He had left empty-handed, but he came back with a soft, lifelike cotton doll that closely resembled a real person.

The doll contained a touch-activated sound system—just by touching its body, it would start crying like a newborn baby. It was his bait, meant to replace his precious son to lure Phoebe Rogers into committing a crime.

Phoebe Rogers was now closely watching them. Glades estimated that she was definitely planning to target his baby. He was the CEO of Valence Group, known as the crown prince. If he couldn’t even protect his own son, he might as well commit suicide by hitting his head on tofu.

So, Phoebe Rogers, you old wretch, just wait for your death!

When Julia saw him bring a cotton doll back, she thought he had prepared another toy for their son. She couldn’t help but say, "Glades, the baby was just born a few days ago and can’t play with toys yet. There are already so many toys at home. Why did you buy another one?"

Glades didn’t answer; he just smiled faintly. He handed the cotton doll to Julia and then walked over to the crib. The nanny was comforting the baby. Seeing him return, the nanny quickly stood up and respectfully greeted, "Young Master, you’re back."

Before the baby was a month old, the old lady wouldn’t let him stay in the nursery next door. So, at night, Julia and her husband took care of the baby. Fortunately, the baby was well-behaved at night. He didn’t cry much and would sleep as long as he was fed, so looking after him wasn’t too exhausting.

"You go out first. The young mistress and I have some things to discuss," Glades Horne ordered the nanny in a cold tone.

The nanny nodded and hurried out of the room.

"This cotton doll is very lifelike; it’s just like a sleeping baby," Julia said as she lay in bed, turning the cotton doll over and examining it. Accidentally, she touched the doll’s body, triggering the sound system inside to cry out. Julia immediately threw the doll onto the bed and sat up anxiously, shouting at Glades Horne, "The baby is crying again! He might be hungry. Quick, bring him here."

Glades Horne, who had been bending over entertaining his not-yet-asleep son, straightened up with a smile upon hearing his beloved wife’s frantic voice. He turned his head, pointed at the cotton doll, and then looked at his precious son, saying, "The baby isn’t crying; it’s the doll that’s crying."

The cotton doll was crying? Crying that realistically?

Julia was skeptical. She picked up the cotton doll again and pressed its body; indeed, the sound system inside the doll cried out once more.

After a closer examination of the cotton doll and a moment of deep thought, she looked at Glades Horne. "What are you planning?"

Glades didn’t immediately answer her. Instead, imitating the nanny, he soothed the baby to sleep. Luckily, newborns generally sleep after feeding, and soon, the baby was lulled to sleep. Glades looked at his sleeping son and suddenly felt a bit of pride as he turned to his wife and said, "Julia, I’ve realized I really have the potential to be a Dad."

Julia smiled, but then her smile faded as she looked at him with almond-shaped eyes, waiting for him to answer her earlier question.

His plan required her cooperation, and Glades Horne had no intention of keeping her in the dark.

He spoke seriously, "Phoebe Rogers has been keeping an eye on us lately."

Julia’s face was filled with question marks. Phoebe Rogers? What more did she want to stir up?

Her father-in-law’s finances had been frozen, and he was no longer able to provide living expenses for Phoebe Rogers. Moreover, it seemed that her father-in-law was also beginning to resent and give up on Phoebe Rogers. Nowadays, whenever he had spare time, he would go to his wife’s beauty salon, trying to help her and always flattering her. He was trying his best to recover their marriage, no matter how damaged it was. Once he realized his mistakes and the importance of family, he wanted to make amends as best as he could.

James Horne had left home for several months now. With no financial support from him, Phoebe Rogers’s life must be quite financially strained. Did she still have the capacity to make trouble?

Julia looked again at the cotton doll and suddenly understood. Her face grew tense as she asked, "Do you suspect that Phoebe Rogers is going to harm our baby?"

Glades Horne nodded.

"She dares?" Julia’s face immediately showed a fierce determination, like a mother hen protecting her chick. She spoke lowly, "Anyone who dares touch a hair on my son’s head, I’ll never let them off the hook."

"With me here, no one can harm even a single hair on our son," Glades Horne hurried to reassure her.

"You promise?"

"I promise! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten this cotton doll."

Julia glanced once more at the cotton doll. Then she remembered Glades mentioning that he was waiting for Phoebe Rogers to trap herself. At the time, she hadn’t thought much about it, but now it was clear to her. Glades’s series of strikes and retaliations were just the prelude. They were meant to drive Phoebe Rogers mad, to push her to take risks out of deepened hatred and walk the path of crime. That way, Glades could take the opportunity to send her to prison. Anger can make a person blind with rage and incite reckless bravery. Anything is possible when one is enraged, and once a crime is committed, it must be a serious one. Phoebe Rogers was no spring chicken, and even a few years in prison would be enough to teach her a lesson.

"Have you figured it out?" Glades Horne lifted her from the bed, letting her rest in his arms, smelling the scent of milk emanating from her body.