Hired for the Billionaire's Son

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d on to that tinge of hope with all he had. He could not bear the thought of living without his

ile with his eyes whenever he locked gazes with his father. Even his gaze looke

caped his eye. But as he heard the door of the ward swing open, he

ond, because any attempt to speak would have had him breaking down again, he could n

scan the man's facial expressions for any sign of progress, but it w

all smile, something in his chest tingled. That had to mean someth

w stable," the doc

ike something heavy had been lifted off his back. He le

ng that his son was not even there. It felt empty, like it was just a house, not a home. It only dawned on

s it possible that he conti

ed, "if you're able to provide all the equipment that he'll need, I don't see why n

obvious that money was not a problem for him; at least,

ements." The doctor announc

he was choking, and sometimes, he would not even be able to breathe. Elon was his sourc

r him, he took the boy's hand and w

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and his bright presence to bring everything together; now, the room had been c

nd depressing sight

o have comfort in the fact that his son was home a

lk like he used to. The smile in the kid's eyes always warmed Dan

. Dante's eyes moved from his son's face and landed on hers.

herself, the nurse assigned to t

ed as he still had not responde

he said to her,

ard one, and walked past him with a st

his eyes landed on a photo of her, right beside Elon's bed. Evelyn. His heart

the while, that she was actually still there with him, and he would see her face again and hold h

gone.

piece of her that he h

back." He whispered

ows hoisted on his knees. He had not

ediately straightened his posture, adjusting his

rs that threatened to pour out of his eyes. And then, withou