Chapter 962

"Darling, wear a gray tie for the event. It'll suit you better," Grace suggested. Oliver walked over to the bed and scooped Cliff up with practiced ease. Supporting the tiny boy's bottom, he said, "Grace, don't forget. Cliff has a vaccine appointment soon." Grace's face lit up with a playful smile. "Already? Is it time for his first shot?" Her tone wasn't worried. Instead, it brimmed with amusement and anticipation. She quipped, "I've always seen other parents' babies crying during their shots and thought it was hilarious. Now, it's finally my turn to watch my little boy cry." Oliver was left dumbfounded. Looking at their soft, squishy son, he gently placed Cliff back on the bed. Since Elizabeth's discharge from the hospital, the household staff had taken over her care. Meanwhile, Hazel was eagerly anticipating Cliff's one-month celebration. The event would mark her debut as the Jefferson family's heiress. On Saturday, Grace bundled Cliff up tightly before heading to the hos