Chapter 63: A New Beginning

The bedside lamp's gentle glow was the only source of light in the poorly lit hospital room. Amelia sat leaning against a pile of cushions, her eyes glowing with something Andrew hadn't seen in a while: calm. Her pale cheeks still showed signs of tiredness.

Sophia Grace Don, their baby, slept peacefully in her arms, her little fingers clenched into a relaxed fist.

With his hands stuffed into his pockets, Andrew stood next to the bed and gazed at them as if they were too delicate to handle. He had engaged in business conflicts, destroyed competitors with a few strategic phone calls, and competed in meetings with billionaires twice his age.

However, he hesitated here, in front of his daughter.

Amelia took notice. "Want to take her in your arms?"

Andrew stiffened, his eyes darting between the infant and Amelia.

Could he?

Could someone so used to precision and control, like him, be trusted with something so delicate and small?