Chapter 508

Bianca Langley leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight casting dappled patterns across her face through the glass. She gently stroked her daughter's soft hair before turning to Alexander Hamilton with a smile. "Such perfect weather would be wasted if we didn't go out. There's an excellent hiking trail nearby—I'd love to try it."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Taking a baby mountain climbing?"

"That's why I'm asking for help." Bianca promptly deposited her daughter into Alexander's arms. "Consider this practice for fatherhood?"

Evelyn Carter frowned. "Miss Langley, neither of us has experience caring for children."

"Don't worry," Bianca winked. "You're a professional doctor—far more reliable than this half-baked mother."

Alexander suddenly asked, "How many days will you be gone?"

"Two or three." Bianca tilted her head. "What's this? Eager to play daddy already?"

Evelyn opened her mouth to protest, but Alexander had already taken the child. "We'll handle it."

Bianca clapped her hands. "Perfect! I'll go pack my gear right away." She bent down to kiss her daughter's cheek. "Mommy will be away for a few days. Uncle and Sister will take good care of you."

Alexander stiffened. "Uncle?"

"What else?" Bianca grinned mischievously. "You're thirty years older than my daughter. Did you expect to be called 'big brother'?"

Evelyn couldn't suppress a quiet laugh.

Alexander shook his head in resignation. "Fine, whatever you say."

Before leaving, Bianca suddenly leaned close to Alexander's ear. "Calling her 'Sister' is temporary. Who knows—maybe she'll be 'Auntie' soon."

The tips of Alexander's ears turned pink. "Just go already."

After Bianca's whirlwind departure, Evelyn carefully inspected the baby bag. Formula, diapers, spare clothes—everything was accounted for.

"Don't stress too much." Alexander gently rocked the baby. "If we're missing anything, I'll have it delivered."

Evelyn shook her head. "Miss Langley helped Vivian so much. I owe it to her to care for this child properly."

Just as Alexander was about to respond, the baby in his arms scrunched up her face, on the verge of tears. Flustered, he grabbed a napkin from the table and folded it into a paper boat. "Look—a little boat—"

Evelyn bit back a smile. "Let me handle this." She expertly prepared a bottle of formula, tested the temperature, and handed it over.

The baby quieted down as she clutched the bottle. Alexander exhaled in relief. "Seems I'm not quite qualified as an uncle yet."

"You'll learn." Evelyn's tone softened unconsciously as she watched his clumsy yet earnest efforts.

At that moment, Vincent Wilson burst into the restaurant. "Alex, those documents you wanted—" His gaze darted between the couple and the baby, mouth gaping wide enough to catch flies. "Is... is this...?"