Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 613: I Miss You, Potential Daddy (3)_1

After a while, he asked again, "Is Julia okay?"

"When I saw her, she looked much better, but I don’t know now. She’s in confinement, and I haven’t had the time to visit her," Rebecca Hughes scratched her head. She still felt that James Horne was overly concerned about Julia, his sister-in-law. Logically, he should be more concerned about his own sister.

"Why don’t you go see her?" James Horne questioned with a hint of reproach.

He could only get news about Julia through Rebecca Hughes because his older brother simply wasn’t telling him anything about Julia’s recent condition. And Rebecca, so lacking in awareness, really had a knack for driving him mad.

"I’m busy. I was thinking of visiting her after her first month is up, and I definitely want to attend the celebration. The Horne Family is thrilled about the new addition, and I’m sure the full-month banquet will be a grand occasion," Rebecca Hughes said, not feeling she was in the wrong for not visiting Julia. She and Julia got along well; they both felt an instant connection, as if they should have met much sooner. However, since their friendship wasn’t very deep, it was impossible for her to visit the Horne Family daily. Besides, she was already overwhelmed by her own infant daughter at home; if it weren’t for the servants’ help, she would have gone crazy. She had been a doctor, but not an Obstetrician, and she still lacked experience in childcare.

James Horne fell silent again. He realized he had been somewhat out of line in front of Rebecca Hughes. Apart from his older brother, only his mother and Adele suspected his love for Julia. He didn’t want Rebecca Hughes to know that he loved Julia. Subconsciously, he just didn’t want her to know. He was a bit afraid that Rebecca Hughes might look at him strangely. This was ridiculous. She was just an ordinary friend, wasn’t she? Why should he care what she thought of him? Yet, he found that he did care. Apart from Julia, Rebecca Hughes was the second woman he cared about.

"You’re so concerned about Julia, why don’t you go back and have a look? Your nephew is really cute. If you don’t go see him, you’ll definitely regret it. If I could have such a beautiful and adorable son in the future, I swear I’d be so happy I’d laugh my head off," said Rebecca Hughes in a carefree manner, continuing with a chuckle.

"I’ll return in a couple of days." James Horne sat down on the sofa and responded coolly.

Regarding Julia, he still found it hard to let go. She had given birth, so he definitely had to go back and see her. Moreover, he had left his company unattended for some time; it was time to get back to managing it. Of course, what worried him most was his mother. He planned to have a thorough heart-to-heart talk with her once he returned, hoping to pull her out of her obsessive thinking; otherwise... he didn’t dare to imagine the consequences.

Rebecca Hughes also sat down beside him, quietly watching him with her head tilted.

Noticing her focused gaze, James Horne couldn’t help asking, "We haven’t seen each other for months. Don’t tell me you’ve turned into some boy-crazy fan, fawning over any man you see?"

"I missed you," Rebecca Hughes boldly and honestly confessed.

James Horne was stunned, thunderstruck.

「The Horne Family.」

WAAH—WAAH—

A baby’s cries echoed from a room on the second floor.

In the room, Julia anxiously asked the nanny, "Why is Ivan always crying? He was just fed, so why is he still wailing with his mouth open?"

The nanny was also anxious; this little young master was the apple of the Horne Family’s eye, cherished by everyone from the Old Lady down to the servants; they all treated him as if their own lives depended on it. Normally, if he cried even a little, someone from downstairs would come up to ask why. But today, for some reason, he had been crying for a long time. He had eaten and had his diaper changed, yet no matter how she coaxed him, the crying wouldn’t stop.

She touched his forehead; he felt fine. He probably isn’t uncomfortable.

"Madam, I don’t know what’s wrong either," said the nanny, pacing the room with Ivan Horne in her arms, continuously whispering soothing words to him, all the while desperately pleading in her heart: Oh, little ancestor, I beg you, please stop crying! The Young Master is downstairs. If he hears you crying and comes up, his glare alone could scare my heart right out of my chest!

Ivan Horne, blissfully unaware of the nanny’s inner turmoil, just kept his eyes squeezed shut and his toothless mouth wide open, wailing loudly.

"Let me hold him," Julia said, unable to lie still any longer. Her son’s cries were like a sharp knife twisting in her heart. How could she, his mother, possibly continue to lie there? She immediately sat up, slid off the bed, and approached the nanny.

Ivan Horne had been born thirteen days ago, almost half a month old. The child was changing daily, growing quickly by doing little more than eating his fill and sleeping, then sleeping his fill and eating. He was also staying awake for longer periods than when he was first born. This little fellow was particularly fond of Glades Horne. Whenever Glades played with him, he would watch quietly and wouldn’t cry. Sometimes, even if he was crying, Glades merely had to pick him up, and his tears would stop.

"Madam, please lie down; don’t get up. I can take care of him," the nanny urged Julia quickly. If the Young Master came upstairs and saw Madam out of bed again, he would surely blame them, the nannies, for dereliction of duty—for not even being able to look after the baby properly and causing Madam to worry.

But the baby was so young; no one really knew why he was crying.

"Ivan’s been crying so much, I can’t just lie there. Let me see if he’s wet. This little fellow is very particular about cleanliness; I suspect he might develop OCD when he grows up," Julia Bluen said. Ignoring the nanny’s advice, she took Ivan from the nanny’s arms and gently coaxed him.

Perhaps a mother’s embrace was different from a nanny’s. Ivan’s crying paused, and he stared at Julia with his dark eyes. Julia thought he wouldn’t cry again and let out a sigh of relief. However, Ivan only paused for a minute before wailing again, showing no appreciation for his mother’s embrace.

Julia then laid him on the bed and, a bit clumsily, checked if the little one had wet himself. The diaper was still perfectly dry. She truly didn’t know why he was crying.

"What’s going on? The Young Master has been crying for a while now," Glades Horne said as he pushed the door open. Even before he fully entered the inner room, his deep, cold voice preceded him, piercing the air and sending a shiver through the nanny, her face paling with fear.

Having been at the Horne Family for nearly half a month, all four nannies were afraid of Glades Horne, the Eldest Young Master. They found his moods as unpredictable as the weather, and his speech always deep and cold, making him difficult to get along with. Yet, his tender affection for his wife made them deeply envious; a wealthy man who doted on his wife like him was, they felt, practically one of a kind in this world.

"Glades, I don’t know what’s wrong. Ivan just keeps crying, and neither the nanny nor I can soothe him," Julia replied, her voice filled with relief, as if she had just heard her savior.