Chapter 3 - The Innocent Query
The surrounding guests paused their conversations, casting annoyed glances toward the wheelchair, entirely unaware of the raw emotional weight hanging in the air.
The little girl didn't look scared of the man in the black wheelchair. She didn't shrink away from his intense, haunted gaze. She blinked slowly, processing his desperate words with the profound purity only a toddler possesses.
"Why just one day?" the little girl asked curiously, her sweet voice carrying a haunting innocence.
Harrison’s chest heaved. The polished facade of the ruthless billionaire completely crumbled. He looked down at his paralyzed legs, then back at her bright, beautiful face. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat.
A single, hot tear spilled over his eyelashes, tracing a path down his rugged cheek. He looked away, ashamed of his weakness, struggling desperately to hold back his overwhelming emotions.
"Because I miss mine," Harrison cried softly, his voice cracking with a level of vulnerability he had never shown another human being in his entire life.
Across the room, Julian noticed the interaction and rolled his eyes, nudging a board member. "Look at him playing make-believe with a stray kid. The man has officially lost his mind. Good thing we control his medical proxy."
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Harrison didn't hear his brother's insults. He was drowning in the memory of his own daughter, stolen from him the same night he lost his legs.
👉 The billionaire was drowning in his sorrow, but the toddler was about to offer a comfort no amount of money could buy.
