Maxwell remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt my thoughts.
I walked toward the carousel, running my hand along the painted wooden horses. "I'll make it
up to her. I'll be the father she deserves."
In my mind, I could see it clearly-Lily's face lighting up as I lifted her onto my shoulders, her delighted laughter as we rode the carousel together, her small hand clutching mine as we
watched the spectacular light show I had arranged.
"She'll forgive me," I said with conviction. "Children are resilient. Once she sees how much effort I've put into this, she'll understand that I truly care."
Maxwell nodded, though something in his expression gave me pause. "I'm sure she will, Alpha King."
I turned away, unwilling to acknowledge the doubt in his eyes. This grand gesture would work.
I ended the call before Ethan could question me further. Turning to Bernard Sheppard, who had
just entered the room to check on Matriarch Evelyn, I spoke quietly to avoid waking the sleeping matriarch.
"Mr. Sheppard, please watch over Grandmother. I need to meet Ethan."
The elderly butler nodded, his eyes kind but concerned. "Of course, Ms. Winters. Will you be
alright?"
I managed a small, bitter smile. "It's time Ethan learned the truth about our
daughter."
With one last glance at Matriarch Evelyn's peaceful face, I left the medical den.