598 Chapter Five Hundred And Ninety-Eight: His Poop Smells Great

The third point of view:

Pedro couldn't recognize his home anymore; it was flooded with people. Although his mother's business associates came to visit the newly born child of the newly wedded couple, sixty percent of the guests were from Emerald's side. It was almost as if their home wasn't theirs anymore. 

Although Emerald claimed he warned his men to behave, it was nearly impossible. His gang members were rowdy and he imagined his younger brother growing up to be as rugged as them. 

"He is ugly," Isabella said, staring at the baby's slightly wrinkly appearance. Even God in heaven knew she looked nothing like this when she was a baby.

All of them were here and by all of them, he meant the whole gang. Isabella, Anabelle, Julie, Allen, Ailee, and Neon. 

"Isabella, don't say that," Anabelle chided her, hitting her at the back of the head. And turned to swoon at the baby sleeping tightly in his cradle.