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“I… I didn’t know,” he finally managed.
The little boy tugged on Grace’s sleeve, then looked up at Ethan.
“Are you my daddy?”
Ethan nearly collapsed under the weight of the moment.
He nodded slowly. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Ethan arrived at St. Mary’s Hospital days later, earlier than scheduled. The world outside had stopped. Business deals could wait. The empire could wait.
Inside Room 304, he met Jacob—his son.
The little boy smiled, cheeks glowing, a stuffed giraffe tucked under his arm.
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