Chapter 340 Michael, The Babysitter (2)

"Daddy! Do something!" Gabriel ordered with a panicked face when he saw Sienna continued to cry in his Daddy's arms.

"Why does Sienna keep crying, Daddy?" asked Raphael who was calmer than his brother, but the expression on his face clearly showed that he was confused.

Sienna, who was playing with him and his brother, suddenly looked confused before finally starting to cry.

Michael didn't know what to do either. He couldn't ask the little girl why she was crying because he didn't understand what she was saying.

Michael was trying to think hard, trying to figure out why this little girl was suddenly crying.

Something suddenly crossed his mind.

Did the kid suddenly miss her mother?

Michael then began to open a browser and search Anna's name on the internet. Luckily, the woman was a model. So he could find the woman's photo easily.

"Siena! Hey! It's Mommy! Mommy!" said Michael as he showed Sienna the screen of his cellphone, hoping that the little girl would calm down when she saw Anna.

Sienna's tears seemed to stop when she saw her mother's face. However, it only lasted a moment and she started crying again.

Michael opened his mouth in disbelief, he tried to show me more pictures of Anna, but it didn't work.

He even went to Anna's social media, trying to find a video of the woman. Maybe, the little girl thought it wasn't her mother because it was just a picture.

However, it didn't work at all. The little girl continued to cry in Michael's arms.

"Daddy! What should we do?" asked Gabriel frantically, seeing that the little girl hadn't stopped crying at all.

Michael also became very confused. He thought Sienna would calm down when she saw a photo or video of her mother, but he was so wrong.

Then why is she crying?

Michael saw the little girl crying loudly in his arms. His heart ached when he heard the little girl cry.

She wasn't even her daughter, but he felt guilty for making the little girl cry.

Michael then looked again at his cellphone, trying to find contacts who could help him at this time.

Michael's finger then stopped when he found the contact of James, his secretary.

'Ah! Yes! Doesn't James have a daughter?' Michael thought when he saw his secretary's name on his contacts.

Without waiting any longer, he immediately called his secretary, trying to get some tips from him who, if he's not mistaken, had a daughter at Sienna's age.

"D*mn it! Why didn't he turn on his cell phone?!" Michael cursed when his phone call didn't go through.

It seems that he will scold his secretary later.

Michael is racking his brain again to find a solution to the problem he is facing.

Suddenly, something crossed Michael's mind. He knew who to call at a time like this.

Michael's hand then immediately looked for the person's contact, and called that person.

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Connected!

Michael bit his lower lip, hoping that the call would be picked up by the person he was calling.

"Hello." The old woman's voice made Michael heave a sigh of relief.

"Mom!" said Michael who could not hide his pleasure.

Although his relationship with his mother had been in a bad situation, the only person Michael could think of to help him at this time was his own mother.

After all, his mother is a mother. His mother must know what to do, right?

"What is it? Why do you sound so relieved?" asked Mrs. Collins, who could pick up on Michael's unusual tone. It made her confused.

"Do you know why a little kid cries?" Michael asked without answering his mother's question.

"What? A little kid crying?" asked Mrs Collins in bewilderment. "Is Raphael or Gabriel crying? Ah, right, I can hear the sound of crying. Are you looking after the kids at the moment?" continued Mrs Collins curiously.

"Mom!" said Michael, raising his voice slightly in annoyance.

"Oh, sorry. I do not mean it. You see, it wasn't Raphael or Gabriel who was crying…"

"Grandma, it wasn't us who were crying!" shouted the two kids in unison when they heard Michael's words, trying to help their Daddy.

"The one crying was a two-year-old little girl. Do you know why she's crying?"

"A two year old little girl?" asked Mrs. Collins even more confused. "Who…? Do I have another grandkid?!" continued Mrs. Collins in an escalating tone.

Suddenly she had two twin grandsons who were five years old. Adding another two-year-old granddaughter didn't seem like a surprise to her anymore.

"No, it's not like that! She is Anna's daughter!" Michael explained before his mother thought he had another granddaughter.

"Anna… Don't tell me that Anna you mean Anna Moss?" asked Mrs. Collins still in a shrill voice. "Why are you taking care of Anna's daughter? Don't tell me…."

"Mom!" cut Michael quickly. Why does his mother even think like that?

"That's a long story! I'll tell you later! But for now just tell me how to stop this crying kid! She suddenly burst into tears and couldn't calm down!" said Michael who could not hide his anger at his mother.

At this point Michael was really upset. However, it wasn't because he was annoyed by the sound of Sienna's crying that filled the living room, but that he was annoyed at himself for being completely useless for not knowing why the kid was crying, or how to stop her from crying.

"Alright! If she's two years old… Hmm…" Mrs Collins looked thoughtful. "Is she still in diapers? Maybe she has peed and is starting to feel uncomfortable," said Mrs Collins.

"Sienna, excuse me," Michael said looking at the little girl. Michael's hand then immediately moved to hold Sienna's buttocks and began to grope her.

"Oh, yes. She's still wearing a diaper. How do I know if she has peed?" asked Michael in confusion.

"Of course by seeing it for yourself. You think she's going to tell you she's peed?" Mrs Collins quipped because her son was asking such a stupid question.

"Ah!" Michael opened his mouth. He did not expect that he would have to see the little girl's naked body.

After all, Sienna is a woman, right?

"Is there no other way?" Michael asked, feeling awkward to do so.

"There isn't any! Do you take care of her alone? Where's Sarah?" asked Mrs Collins.

'ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ No(v) e lBin ᴏɴʟʏ.',

Even though her son had become the father of two twins, her son had absolutely no experience with babies.

"She's going to the hospital," Michael replied.

"Ah, I see," Mrs Collins sighed.

"But is it true that it's because she's peeing?" Michael asked, doubting it. Well… he hoped not, because how could he change the little girl's diaper?

"At that age, they can't control it. How would you feel if you peed in your pants and didn't change them? It feels uncomfortable!" quipped Mrs Collins, who was very sure that was the reason the little girl was crying.

"You have to change the diaper. Just lay her down and take off her diaper. Did Anna leave her diaper?" asked Mrs Collins.

Michael was silent for a moment when he heard the question. "I don't think so," Michael replied.

"Really?" Mrs Collins looked surprised to hear that. "Didn't she leave a bag or something? How can she leave her daughter with you and not leave something important like that!" Mrs Collins sneered.

"Bag?" said Michael repeating his mother's words again.

"Aunt Anna left a bag, Daddy!" said Raphael who had been watching his Daddy's conversation ever since and trying to hear them.

"Really?" Michael asked.

Raphael nodded, then he ran off to get the bag that Anna left earlier.

Michael then approached his son who was carrying a tote bag with difficulty, and began to look at its contents.

"Oh, there are diapers, Mom!" said Michael when he found the white object.

"Then what should I do?" asked Michael in confusion.

"You have to change the diaper! Just lay her down, or how about you turn this call into a video call?" said Mrs. Collins who felt that it was better to help Michael.

Michael then did what his mother said and immediately turned the call into a video call.

"Just lay her down on your rug to make it easier. Let me see what's in the bag Anna left," said the old woman when she saw Michael's face.

Once again, Michael did what his mother told him. He laid Sienna down and showed her the contents of the bag.

"Take the baby tissue. You'll need it," Mrs Collins ordered. "Oh right, give the phone to my grandkids. You need your two hands to change the diaper," the old woman continued.

Again, Michael did as his mother said. In recent years he had rarely obeyed the woman who gave birth to him, but for now, Michael knew that he had to obey his mother.

"Raphael, can you help Daddy to hold Daddy's phone and point it at Sienna?" asked Michael, asking his eldest son for help.

He did it on purpose because his eldest son was more able to follow directions than the youngest son who was easily distracted.

"Daddy! I also want to!" Gabriel, who was coaxing Sienna to cry, turned when he heard that and immediately stood up to his brother.

Michael sighed. "Okay, you two help Daddy point the cellphone, okay?" Michael relented and then gave his cellphone to his kids.

Raphael held it with two hands, while Gabriel was holding it in one hand.

Michael then grabbed Sienna's pants, the little girl's crying had subsided a little because she realized that soon her diaper would be changed soon.

Before Michael tugged at the little girl's pants, he turned to his kids.

"Boys, close your eyes!" Michael orders.