Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377:

Hearing their gentle prodding, Nana squirmed slightly in Madisyn’s embrace before confessing in her delicate voice, “Because I’m waiting for Mommy and Daddy to finish work.”

Though merely three years old, Nana had already grasped the demanding nature of her parents’ careers. Not long ago, she had awakened from a lengthy slumber only to find them still deeply immersed in their professional duties.

Madisyn and Andrew exchanged puzzled glances, momentarily setting aside all other concerns.

“But why do you feel you must wait for us to complete our work?” Andrew asked softly.

Nana’s expression transformed into one of solemn importance.

“Because I have something very, very important that I need to tell Mommy and Daddy at the same time.”

With these words, understanding finally dawned on Madisyn—the mystery of her daughter’s bedtime rebellion solved.

She turned to the nanny with a grateful smile. “Thank you for your dedication tonight. Please, go and rest. We’ll handle getting Nana to sleep.”

“Okay, madam.”

The nanny quietly closed the door behind her. Madisyn and Andrew settled on the carpet, facing their daughter.

“Nana,” Madisyn asked gently, “now that Mommy and Daddy are here, can you tell us what this important thing is?”

Nana tilted her head, studying her parents’ serious expressions with satisfaction. “I can tell you.”

Madisyn and Andrew listened intently, not expecting their daughter’s first words to freeze them in place.

“Mommy, Daddy,” Nana announced, “I want you to make an effort and give me a little brother.”

Madisyn and Andrew caught their breaths simultaneously, exchanging startled glances. In each other’s eyes, they saw nothing but utter surprise.

𝒢𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 → 𝓰aⳑ⧫𝗇𝗈⧫ν𝖊𝗅⧫𝘀⧫ⅽ⧫𝗈⧫𝗆

Andrew’s smile faded first, though he quickly composed himself, pushing aside wandering thoughts to address his daughter seriously.

“Nana, do you understand what you’re asking?” Andrew questioned.

“Of course,” Nana nodded confidently. “I want a little brother, but I can’t do it myself, so I can only ask Mommy and Daddy to help. That’s what they say.”

Andrew’s heart sank at his daughter’s final words.

He had explicitly instructed all villa staff to eliminate anything that might affect his child’s development, especially watching their language. How had anyone around her been discussing such matters? Unaware of the shock her request had caused, Nana waited patiently for her parents’ response.

“Mommy, Daddy, have you thought about it? I really want a little brother. Please agree.”

Faced with Nana’s irresistible puppy-dog eyes and persuasive pout, Andrew—usually putty in his daughter’s hands—managed to hold his ground.

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