“Dear, who was it?” Alice rolled over when she heard the phone ring and sat up too, leaning toward her crying son to pick him up.

“Don’t pick him up, love. If you do, he won’t want to drink the formula I made for him.” Clive hurriedly stopped his wife. “The kiddo’s really fussy. Once he smells you, he’ll refuse to drink his formula.”

Alice saw that Clive had already started preparing the formula, so she did not pick their son up. It was fine for him to cry a little.

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