One week later.
Seraphina Adler gave birth to a daughter.
Titus Shaw gazed at the tiny bundle in his arms. Overjoyed, he couldn't resist planting a kiss on the baby's forehead.
The doctor immediately stopped him. "Newborns have weak immune systems, and the human mouth is full of bacteria. Be careful not to infect the child."
Titus paused. He supposed that made sense. In his memories, when Cecilia had her two children, the doctors had also emphasized that they shouldn't be kissed.
He carried the baby to Seraphina's side. "Look at our daughter. Isn't she adorable?" Such a tiny little person, yet in both sets of his memories, she had achieved massive success in business and become a living legend. Twice she had built a memorial hall for Seraphina, ensuring her legacy was honored. Perhaps the reason he possessed two sets of memories was that his daughter had accumulated enough good karma for them all.
