She got up and went to open the door.
Standing outside was Herbert, holding a gift-wrapped toy box. His eyes were warm as he greeted her. “I heard you’re taking care of a child now, so I thought I’d drop by and see if there’s anything I can help with.”
“Thank you, Mr. Nelson. Please, come in,” Charlotte replied gratefully, stepping aside to let him in.
Herbert carried the toy over to Ryan. “Ryan, we’ve met before, remember? I brought you a present—let’s see if you like it?”
He opened the box to reveal a set of cleverly designed building blocks, the kind that sparked imagination and challenged the mind.
Ryan’s eyes lit up instantly.
When Charlotte joined them, the three of them sat together in the living room, piecing the blocks together. The air was filled with gentle laughter and a sense of peace.
Unbeknownst to them, this cozy scene was being streamed straight to the president’s lounge at the Harrington Group via a hidden camera embedded in a nearby delivery box. The footage glowed on an oversized screen.
Darren sat alone on a vast leather sofa, a glass of red wine untouched at his side.
His phone buzzed with an update from his assistant. “Mr. Harrington, the hospital just confirmed—the report about the young master’s depression was a fake.”
A fake?
Darren’s hand tightened around the glass.
That report had come from Xena. Did she forge it herself?
He didn’t pursue the thought any further. After all, if Xena had faked the report, it was only to force Charlotte to face Noah’s needs. Xena’s motives were at least understandable.
Charlotte, on the other hand—his own son’s mother—seemed perfectly content to ignore her child.
He hung up and turned his gaze back to the screen, eyes dark and unreadable.
He watched Herbert and Charlotte sitting on the floor with Ryan, building castles and towers. Herbert wiped a bit of juice from the corner of Charlotte’s mouth with a natural, gentle gesture.

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