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Night fell.

Medical Center.

Obstetrics and Gynecology VIP ward.

Taking advantage of a break between surgeries, Adam came over to keep Monica company.

Rachel was the first to arrive, pushing little Emma in her stroller.

"The little princess is here."

Adam nodded at Rachel, then walked over and bent down to look at his goddaughter Emma, who was staring at him wide-eyed from the stroller.

The moment little Emma saw Adam lean down, her tiny mouth puckered. She turned away and looked pitifully at Rachel.

"See? Even Emma doesn't like you."

Rachel complained, "You've been a bit neglectful as a godfather."

"My fault."

Although Adam knew little Emma had probably been traumatized by the vaccinations he had given her, he still apologized. "I've just been too busy. When Emma turns one, we'll have a proper celebration."

"It's a deal."

Rachel happily said to her daughter, "Did you hear that, Emma? Your godfather Adam is coming to your birthday party. Are you happy?"

Naturally, little Emma laughed at her mother's teasing.

A child's smile was already innocent and pure. Little Emma, who had inherited Rachel's genes, was unbearably adorable.

And with Emma's relationship with Adam, children were always cuter when they were practically family. Adam simply could not suppress the curve of his lips.

"Adam, you really should consider getting married."

Monica lay in bed resting, one hand stroking her swollen belly. Seeing Adam's fond expression as he looked at Emma, she could not help laughing. "Have a daughter of your own someday, and she'll make you so happy you could die."

"No rush."

Adam shook his head with a smile.

He did not doubt Monica's words. In both his previous life and this one, he had seen far too much of the joy Doting Fathers got from their daughters.

"Adam,