He cherished being with her, feeling a deep connection. It was as if she'd captured his soul.

Suddenly, Honey's cries shattered the moment.

Morrison rose to tend to the baby.

Laura watched him, a new understanding dawning.

She realized a shadow had always lurked in his heart - Honey's identity.

Forrest's presence and the alcohol had tipped him over the edge.

She stood and said simply, "Give me Honey."

Morrison hesitated. "I'll make some milk powder for her," he mumbled, already reaching for the bottle.

"Don't bother," Laura swung her legs off the bed, her voice laced with exhaustion. "I'll take care of it."

Morrison, lips pursed, met her gaze.

Laura reached for the baby, but he didn't budge.

A tense silence followed.

Meanwhile, Forrest returned.

His stormy mood cast a shadow over the house.

Camila, sensing the tension, kept quiet.

Alick had sustained injuries, casting a pall over the household's atmosphere.

Only Annis went about her routine, venturing into the room each day.

Annis, newly enthralled by the art of cooking, bustled through the house, arms laden with ingredients.

Forrest, sprawled on the sofa, watched her. As she scooped the steaming broth, he called out, "Only catering to Alick? What about the rest of us?"

Annis paused, a flicker of impatience in her eyes. “Are you out of your mind?"