Chapter 621

Leslie hesitated for a second before slowly opening her arms. Genevieve's tears burst out instantly as she wrapped Leslie up in a tight hug, her throat choking with emotion. Her baby girl. Her daughter. Finally back in her arms. Warm, soft, and real—this was her daughter, for real, right here. Leslie's clothes were soaked from Genevieve’s tears. Genevieve tried hard not to sob out loud, worried it might scare Leslie, but the tears just wouldn’t stop, streaming down nonstop. Christopher quietly stepped forward and wrapped both his wife and daughter in his arms. The other brothers came over too, joining the hug, taking turns pulling Leslie into their arms. Little Timothy had just woken up and, seeing the crowd, made his way over curiously. Meeting Leslie's eyes, he lit up with a smile, his voice sweet and milky. "Auntie! You're Auntie! I'm Timmy. You're super pretty, Auntie. I wanna hug too!" His light, happy tone cut through the heavy mood like sunshine. "Grandma, why are you crying? Wa