She turned her head to Walter with a big smile, her previously desolate mood completely swept away.
"Who do you think they look like?" Walter's lips curled up as he gently touched the boy's face and asked with a smile.
Emma laughed, finding herself liking the babies more and more. She couldn't help but kiss the child's face several times before saying, "Do I even need to say? Of course, they look like Master Liam! Even though I've never seen photos of Master Liam as a child, I'm sure they're the spitting image of him!"
It wasn't just resemblance; they seemed to have been carved from the same mold. The beautiful little boy before her was simply a mini version of Liam Yancey.
"I feel the same way," Tara Summer chimed in, unable to stop smiling.
"Young Madam…" Henry Taylor, who had been standing quietly for a while, stepped forward. Pointing at the baby boy, he said, "Young Madam, the young master sprouted a tooth a few days ago!"
