Outside, a loud cry was heard, coming from the direction of Amelia Clarke's delivery room.
All three elderly people burst into tears at once.
Emily Collins smiled tearfully, murmuring to herself, "The Collins bloodline has finally continued. Blessings from the heavens..."
A smile also appeared on Old Master Collins' face.
Several minutes passed, and then another cry was heard, even louder than the previous one.
About four or five minutes later, a brief cry echoed from the room. The last little one, after just one cry, quieted down. Madam Moreland furrowed her brows, "Could there be something wrong with the youngest one?"
Old Madame Sheldon 'ptui ptui' spat twice, "Don't be a prophet of doom. Our grandnephew is perfectly fine, stop spouting nonsense."
