The Billionaire Who Secretly Stole My Heart
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ets. My mind was full of thoughts, but one thing stood out: the email from
He knew me well enough to sense my worry, but he kep
rged, my voice betray
manded respect wherever he went. But he was also distant, cold even, never showing the warmth a father should to hi
My feet carried me through the entrance and down the sterile, white corridors, the harsh lighting adding to th
CU," she said, her tone a mixture of pr
door, I paused, my hand hovering over the handle. I wasn't sure what I was going to find on the other side, a
by machines that beeped and hummed softly. His eyes were closed, his face pale and drawn. The sight
e was standing at the foot of the bed, her usual confident dem
d?" I asked, m
was it guilt? Fear? "He collapsed during a meeting," she said quietly. "T
he man who seemed indestructible, had been brought down by something as common as
fixed on the frail figure of my fath
doctors are optimistic, but it's still touch
ever backed down from a challenge. But seeing him like this made me
mth I remembered from my childhood. "Dad... I'm here," I said, not sure if he coul
onitor. I could feel Jessie's eyes on me, but I didn't look at her. I couldn't. My mind
had never said to him, all the unresolved issues between us. I squeezed
nally looked up at her, and for the first time, I saw som
sked, my voice bar
to say what was on her mind. "I... I t
ed a beat. "Wha
n't entirely honest with you about... everything. Ther
own my spine. "What are y
"Your father was under a lot of stress,
, heavy and ominous. I stared at her, try
ecause of you?" I dem
There were... things I was pressuring him a
sn't the time. "We'll talk about this later," I said, m
ent, we were both silent, the
t everything was about to change. My world had already been turned upside d