Chapter 850

At the dinner table, Madelyn was feeding Dalton some chicken puree. When Dalton tried to grab the spoon, Zach reacted faster, holding Dalton's hand back. "Stop squirming and eat." Dalton let out a protesting whimper at Zach and suddenly dunked his hand into the bowl. Madelyn steadied the bowl immediately. "Acting up, are we?" Zach's tone was stern. Madelyn wiped Dalton's hands with some napkins. "He's just a kid. Why're you being so hard on him? He doesn't understand." "Maybe the maid should feed him." Madelyn had wished Zach could be more understanding toward Dalton. Watching Dalton, with his bottom lip quivering and tears forming in his closed eyes, was heart-wrenching for her. The emotion she felt was all too familiar; she could not bear to see Dalton cry. Without finishing her meal, Madelyn took Dalton into her arms and moved to the couch. As she did, Margaret approached with a bottle of baby formula, saying, "Ms. Jent, giving Dal this might soothe him." "Thanks for all your