Gabriel babbled twice, clearly catching Ella’s attention. Shortly after, the little one began to respond.
The two babies exchanged looks, their big eyes full of wonder. Soon, they were staring at each other, utterly ignoring everyone else.
Isabella Ross knew that these twins were the most familiar people to each other.
"Put them together in the crib," she suggested proactively. The crib was big enough, and there would be no problem placing the two little ones inside.
Yolanda Greenwood nodded, sharing the sa sentint. After all, to Gabriel and Ella, they would always be siblings for life; no one could separate them.
As soon as the two little ones were placed together, they imdiately held each other’s tiny hands, looking very happy.
Gabriel was indeed quiet, but his eyes continuously followed his sister.
Ella, on the other hand, chirped like a little bird, chattering non-stop, occasionally waving her little arms in excitent.
Yolanda, being physically weak and having given birth prematurely, lacked sufficient breast milk. Both children were fed formula, though Ella was clearly a bit chubbier, with slightly plumper arms.
Isabella Ross looked at the two little ones, recalling the childhood days of Noah and Cooper Coldson.
She turned her head and discreetly wiped away a tear.
At that mont, the door opened from the outside, and Cooper Coldson walked in.
"Co here!" Isabella Ross stepped forward to pull him in, and soon noticed lissa Greenwood following behind him. Ignoring lissa, Isabella led Cooper to the crib. "Look at your son and daughter, they’re so happy together."
Cooper glanced at Yolanda Greenwood briefly before turning his gaze to the two little ones in the crib.
He focused primarily on Little Ella, gently lifting her tiny arm with his hand. "This child looks sturdy."
"What kind of comnt is that," Isabella Ross responded, exasperated. "What girl likes hearing that? Our Ella is healthy and adorably chubby."
Cooper chuckled, showing for the first ti a slightly goofy expression. "True, she’s cute, both of them are adorable."
"The sister smiles more; her temperant is lively," lissa Greenwood chid in as she approached. "The brother, on the other hand, seems very steady."
No one responded.
lissa turned to look at Cooper Coldson. "Cooper, can I hold them for a bit?"
"Absolutely not!" Before Yolanda Greenwood could speak, Isabella Ross refused outright. "Babies are fragile, you can’t just hold them casually. Oh, and all of you should step back, your breathing has bacteria, and the babies can’t handle it."
lissa Greenwood curled the corner of her lips. "Cooper, I’ll go sit downstairs for a while then."
As she turned to leave, she glanced at Yolanda Greenwood.
Yolanda waited for a mont before softly saying to Noah Coldson, "Big brother, I’m stepping out for a bit."
"Go ahead," Noah nodded reassuringly. "If anything cos up, I’ll call for you."
Yolanda went to the living room, knowing that lissa Greenwood had sothing she wanted to say to her. She sat in a spot not far from lissa.
The living room was now just the two of them.
"So annoying!" lissa Greenwood said with impatience as she looked at Yolanda.
Yolanda frowned but stayed silent.
lissa continued, "Yolanda, don’t you find this exhausting? You’ve already decided to divorce Cooper Coldson, yet you keep eting him like this. In the future, with each of you taking one child, are you planning to et up every week?"
Her exaggerated expression showed extre disgust. "It’s really annoying; just imagining it drives mad."
Yolanda’s face darkened. "Take this up with Cooper—tell him to give my son back, and you won’t have to deal with this nonsense."
"Yolanda, if you think I could convince Cooper to give up his son, do you think I’d be sitting here discussing this with you?" lissa crossed her arms. "Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to give up your daughter instead...?"
"Out of the question!" Yolanda refused decisively.
lissa let out a cold laugh. "So you’re planning to use the kids as an excuse to keep seeing Cooper then?"
Her tone beca almost venomous, each word dripping with hatred. "I truly despise the prospect of you two eting. Just one encounter is unbearable; imagining more is infuriating, absolutely infuriating."
Yolanda frowned deeply, sensing sothing peculiar about lissa Greenwood.
In the past, however much lissa hated or resented her, she rarely expressed it so blatantly in front of her. And now, here in the Coldson household, wasn’t she concerned about others overhearing her?
Yolanda studied lissa puzzledly, noticing her face seed sowhat strange.
"Why are you staring at like that?" lissa Greenwood, still clutching her arms, seed to have an increasingly detached deanor. "It’s all so botherso. I don’t even know what I might end up doing."
Her concluding words sounded threatening, yet she wasn’t even looking at Yolanda, as if muttering to herself.
Gradually, Yolanda noticed lissa seed to be trembling slightly. Confused, Yolanda asked, "Are you feeling cold?"
"Not at all." Yet lissa’s voice now carried an obvious tremble.
Yolanda found it even stranger. "Then why are you shaking?"
"I’m not!" lissa suddenly stood up. "I need to leave."
With that, she walked straight out, showing no intention of going upstairs to inform Cooper.
Yolanda couldn’t help but remind her, "Aren’t you going up to say goodbye?"
"No!" lissa walked so quickly it was almost as if she was fleeing.
Yolanda, her thoughts swirling, turned around to head upstairs, only to see Isabella Ross coming down.
Instinctively, Yolanda remarked, "lissa Greenwood left; she seed hurried, like she had sothing urgent to attend to."
Isabella Ross scoffed dismissively. "She doesn’t have anything urgent—she just knows she’s not welco here. Now that Cooper doesn’t have the energy to pay her any attention, leaving seed like the best choice for her."
Yolanda tugged at the corner of her mouth but said nothing, preparing to go upstairs.
"Co here," Isabella Ross called her unexpectedly, heading into her own bedroom.
"Take a seat," Isabella said nonchalantly.
"There’s no need," Yolanda declined. Every ti she stepped into this bedroom, she always felt uneasy, wanting to leave swiftly.
"Suit yourself; I’ll make it quick." Isabella Ross looked directly at her. "What are your thoughts now?"
"About what?" Yolanda was uncertain.
"I’m talking about the divorce, and the two children eting today—what’s your stance?"
Yolanda answered directly, "My decision won’t change. I’ve no feelings left for Cooper Coldson, and forcing ourselves to stay together for the kids would do them no good."
Isabella Ross nodded slightly. "I underestimated you in the past."
Standing up, she seed intent on closing the discussion. "Alright then, since your mind is made up, I won’t say more. Just keep in mind not to use the word ’mom’ in front of the children again."
Yolanda’s expression shifted.
"Since you’re leaving them, forgetting you is the best choice," Isabella Ross said coldly. "He’ll have his own mother in the future—a mother who will be with him every day."
With those words, Isabella was about to push the door open and leave.
"Wait a mont!" Yolanda grabbed her arm but quickly let go. "Aunt Ross, are you planning to let lissa Greenwood raise Gabriel?"
There was urgency in her tone. "Even if Gabriel can’t be with his mother, I trust you to raise him well. But lissa Greenwood... she already has May. I don’t believe she could raise Gabriel properly."
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