“I don’t know if he’s a good dad. I don’t even know him. But you always told me that people deserve a chance to do the right thing.”
Emily pressed her
lips together.
For a moment, she looked as though she might break down.
Then she stepped aside.
“Only because Noah asked.”
Daniel nodded.
He didn’t celebrate. He didn’t make promises he couldn’t guarantee.
He simply walked over to his son and helped him prepare for the journey.
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.
