Miles knew this pleasant moment couldn't last for long, and he was right. Liam seemed well on the way to recovery, but then he had to go and mention Ella, and her baby 'brother'.
He gave Daphne a gaze, and just closed his eyes. Did they tell Liam now, or later? He wouldn't ever forget what he did, and it was undoubtedly his responsibility to tell Liam what happened.
But he couldn't face that now. Besides, Liam wasn't well enough to hear it, he didn't think. "Well Millicent is still very sick," he said slowly. "Perhaps we can write her a get well soon card? We can add a letter to Millicent in that as well, hmmm?" He looked to Daphne for approval over such a... stretching of the truth. Very sick/dying.
He was relieved that this seemed to appease Liam. The boy's weight wasn't nearly anything to add to the burden he already carried on his shoulders. "Come on," he said as he tried to sound cheerful for Liam. "Why don't you tell me all about this fantastical dream as I draw your bath?"
At least he had his son, and that was a blessing. He'd make it up to Millicent somehow, although he had no idea where to begin.