Chapter 9 - A Father's Love
The next night, Ethan stood in the newly decorated nursery of his penthouse. The room, once a cold guest bedroom, was now painted soft yellow and filled with three white cribs.
It was 2:00 AM, and Chloe was crying inconsolably from teething pain.
Ethan didn't call the nanny. He gently lifted Chloe from her crib, wrapping her securely against his chest. He paced the floor in the dim light, humming a soft lullaby he had learned from a parenting book, rubbing a cool teething ring against her sore gums.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Ethan murmured, kissing the top of her soft head. "Daddy's got you. I'm right here."
After forty-five minutes of patient rocking, Chloe finally stopped crying and drifted back to sleep, her tiny hand gripping his shirt collar.
As Ethan gently laid her back into her crib, he looked at his three beautiful daughters sleeping peacefully. He realized in that quiet moment that all his wealth, his corporate titles, and his arrogance meant absolutely nothing compared to the profound honor of being their father.
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He walked into his home office, pulled up the legal documents for the hostile corporate takeover, and stared at the terms Julian Vance had set.
A sudden realization struck him. Julian wasn't trying to destroy him. Julian was testing him to see if he was capable of change.
