Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 175: Confirming the Boyfriend-Girlfriend Relationship

At the postpartum care center, Wren Sutton received meticulous care. The staff was incredibly professional, making her stay very comfortable. Her body was slowly recovering, and her complexion improved more and more each day.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a meticulously manicured garden. Flowers of all kinds were vying to bloom, creating a gorgeous, multicolored display.

Wren Sutton loved to sit in the rocking chair by the window and bask in the sun. Sometimes she would sit for hours, staring blankly at the distant blue sky, lost in a myriad of thoughts.

The two babies were changing every day, growing so fast you could practically see it. Their features were delicate and they were becoming more beautiful by the day.

Isla Griffith came to the postpartum care center to keep Wren Sutton company whenever she had free time, and the two best friends would chat and laugh.

"Little baby, you must have understood what I was saying to your mommy. That’s why you’re so happy, isn’t it?"

"Your little nose is so perfect, just as pretty as your mommy’s. And your mouth is just like hers, a perfect little pout. So adorable."

"Let me get another look at this little guy. His eyes are so dark and bright, with that natural charm. I wonder how many little girls he’s going to captivate when he grows up. This is all thanks to your mom eating lots of grapes while she was pregnant."

Isla Griffith’s voice was gentle and her eyes were filled with adoration. She simply couldn’t get enough of the two babies.

Wren Sutton leaned against the headboard, a smile gracing her lips.

"Your arms are stronger than mine. My arms start to ache after holding a baby for just a little while, but you’ve been holding them for so long and don’t even seem tired."

Isla Griffith explained smugly, "I’ve been working out lately. I’ve got strength to spare."

Wren Sutton said with a sigh of resignation, "You win."

"Since I won, don’t I deserve a prize?" Isla Griffith asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wren Sutton couldn’t guess and was too lazy to think about it, so she asked directly, "What kind of prize do you want?"

Isla Griffith had already thought it through. "I want to be the babies’ godmother."

Wren Sutton gave a knowing smile. "It was always going to be you."

"That’s wonderful! Thank you, sweetie!" Isla Griffith beamed with joy and spun around on the spot, still holding the baby.

"I’m a mom now, too! I have a son and a daughter! Hahahaha..."

Wren Sutton’s heart leaped into her throat as she watched. She quickly cried out, "Be careful with the baby! Don’t drop her!"

"Don’t worry, I’m being careful."

Isla Griffith immediately steadied herself, holding the baby securely.

"How could I ever let my goddaughter get hurt?"

Wren Sutton breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, two mother-and-baby care specialists walked into the room.

"Mrs. Lancaster, it’s time for the babies to be fed."

"Okay."

Wren Sutton’s postpartum milk supply was low, so the two babies’ main source of nutrition was formula.

Isla Griffith carefully handed the baby over to one of the care specialists.

Each of the two specialists took one baby to feed.

Watching the two little darlings drink their milk so adorably, both Wren Sutton’s and Isla Griffith’s hearts melted.

After they finished their milk, the specialists held the babies upright with their heads resting on their shoulders. They gently patted the babies’ backs with expert technique to prevent them from spitting up.

As they were being patted, the babies comfortably drifted off to sleep. The specialists placed them in their cribs and said a few words to Wren Sutton.

"Mrs. Lancaster, the babies are asleep. You should get some rest, too. The kitchen is preparing your nutritional meal, and it will be brought to you in half an hour."

"Okay."

The specialists left the room, and Isla Griffith continued to keep Wren Sutton company. The two of them lay down flat on the bed, chatting in low voices.

They had only exchanged a few sentences when Isla Griffith’s phone rang.

She answered the call, and Sean Sterling’s deep, gentle voice came through from the other side. "I’m downstairs at the postpartum center. You promised you’d come home with me at noon to meet my parents."

Isla Griffith glanced at the time. "I’ll be down in ten minutes."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you."

The two hung up.

Isla Griffith was a little worried. It had been less than a month since she and Sean Sterling had officially become a couple, yet he was already this eager to have her meet his parents. He had even said he wanted to get married before the end of the year.