Chapter 368

"I…" Camilla quickly found her footing. "I'll be its spiritual dad. Come on, I'd make a way better father than Arthur, right?"

Clara considered it and, surprisingly, it made sense. She could not picture the aloof, sharp-tongued Arthur as a parent.

A baby wailing for milk, and him frowning? He'd say something like, "You've got hands, haven't you? Can't you mix it yourself? And bring me some water w