Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the penthouse , filling the living room with a soft golden glow. The soft hum of birdsong filtered in through the open balcony, and a gentle breeze stirred the light curtains. It was a quiet Sunday morning. But in the center of the room, something beautiful was happening. Victor Knight sat on the couch, not as the cold, powerful businessman the world knew him to be but as a grandfather. In his arms rested his grandson. The baby cooed, his chubby fingers curling around Victor’s thumb. A smile, small and sweet, lit up the baby’s face, and something deep in Victor’s heart cracked open a little more.
He looked down at the child with wonder. No fear. No hesitation. Just love. Richard sat nearby on the edge of the armchair, watching with quiet pri
