At the center of this chaos, Henry Whitman, business titan and feared billionaire, faltered. He, who ruled empires with a mere wave of his hand, found himself unable to calm his own child. His impeccable suit wrinkled, cold sweat forming on his brow.
Since the sudden death of his wife, all he had left was Nora… yet in that moment, he felt more helpless than ever.
Henry nodded, but his gaze betrayed silent panic. Every sob from his daughter felt like a slap. Every scream, a defeat.
Then a voice rose from the back, clear and unexpected:
“Sir… I think I can help.”Continue reading…
