In the warm room, Lance listened to the sound of the little baby through the receiver, feeling a sense of tranquility.
The sound of the little baby was actually a bit distorted when it came through, but he could still clearly hear his soft murmurs.
"He's adorable, but he's always asleep, and you can't wake him up."
"I'll tell you a secret, but you mustn't tell anyone else!"
Patricia's voice carried a tone of urgency to share, and Lance agreed, "Okay, I won't tell anyone."
"Actually, he prefers Emily's milk!"
Patricia said boldly, perhaps sharing something not quite suitable, "I don't know how to put it, but the nurse said my milk isn't as nutritious as Emily's."
"You haven't seen it; when her milk sits in a bowl for a short while, it separates, with half being fat or something, a thick layer floating on top."
"Little Ace really likes her, and often competes with Victor..."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and couldn't help but laugh.
