Ronan, seeing that, stopped what he was doing and rushed to Braelyn’s side before taking Aaron from her arms and smiled apologetically at Angel saying, “She can’t carry too much weight!” his words were a bit ambiguous.
Braelyn, hearing that, couldn’t help but cough lightly as she looked at Ronan. What is this husband of hers doing?
Angel, not certain what these two were up to, still maintained a smile on her face as she waved her hands.
“It’s fine. These two were growing and, understandably, she couldn’t carry them at the same time. Anyway, let’s go inside!” since they have reached this point, they might as well go inside.
However, Braelyn stopped her mother, saying, “Wait a second mother. We still need to bring the gifts we brought for you!” putting Jewel, the girl with a scent of milk powder on the ground, making the little girl pout sulkily.