Chapter 4 - The Ghost of the PastEthan tilted his head, watching the billionaire’s sudden transformation. “Mister? Do you know Mrs. Miller?”
Robert snapped out of his trance, his gray eyes locking onto Ethan with frantic intensity.
“Mrs. Miller? Is that what you call her? Where is she?!” Robert demanded, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings.
Emma shrank back into her blanket, frightened by his sudden intensity. “She... she used to run the little art room at the orphanage. She carved that angel for Ethan on his first birthday there. But six months ago... she got very sick. She couldn't walk anymore, and the director said she had to go away to a hospital far, far away.”
Robert gripped the edges of the table, his knuckles turning white.
Twenty-five years ago, Clara Miller had been the love of his life—a brilliant, compassionate social worker who had tried to pull him away from his father’s ruthless corporate empire and teach him the value of human connection. When he chose money and power over her, she walked away, taking with her a secret she had kept hidden.
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And now, her carved wooden angel was sitting in a shoebox brought by three children who shared her exact shade of green eyes.
“Mrs. Gable,” Robert commanded, his voice ringing with absolute authority. “Get my coat. And contact my private medical team immediately. We are going to Hope Orphanage.”
