For the first time in fourteen years, Daniel Whitmore had something more important to do than run his company.
He had a son to save.
And a woman to whom he owed the truth.
The hospital was unlike anything Emily had ever experienced.
Private rooms.
Specialized equipment.
Doctors who spoke directly to her instead of rushing past with clipped explanations.
Daniel had arranged for the country’s leading pediatric rehabilitation and neurological specialists to evaluate Noah. He also instructed his legal team to establish a medical fund that would cover every necessary treatment, regardless of cost.
But when he returned to Noah’s room that evening, he found Emily sitting beside the bed, staring through the window.
“You haven’t eaten,” he said.
“I’m not hungry.”
He placed a tray on the table.
“Please. Just a little.”
Emily looked at him.
“You don’t have to pretend to be concerned about me.”
