The way Chelsea saw it, Hayden Tate was young, but he was smarter than a typical adult.

On the other hand, Avery's daughter was just an average innocent little child.

It would be easier to handle Layla.

Charlie went into deep thought after hearing Chelsea's suggestion.

This was a risky move. He did not dare make that move easily without absolute certainty.

At 7 a.m. the next morning, Avery walked into the nursery.

The baby was still asleep, but Mrs. Cooper had already woken up.

"Thanks for last night, Mrs. Cooper. You can go and rest now. I'll watch him during the day," Avery said.

"Alright. He had milk three times last night. He's got a good appetite, and he's quite strong," Mrs. Cooper said with a chuckle. "He's a good baby. He only cries when he's hungry, and falls asleep right after he has his milk."

"Hayden was like that at his age, too. Layla was a little noisier, though," Avery said.

Mrs. Cooper froze for a moment, then said, "Avery, Layla and Hayden are Master Elliot'