The return of the patriarch to the Le Brione estate was a somber, high-stakes affair. Private ambulances and a specialized nursing team arrived at dawn, transforming the west wing into a high-tech recovery suite. Through it all, Dianthe was the calm center of the storm, coordinating the medical staff with a precision that even Garette found himself watching with grudging awe.
However, the photograph she had found in the guest wing—the one showing her mother with a man named Leo and a young Raffy Le Brione—felt like a hot coal in the pocket of her scrub suit. Every time she looked at the old man, she didn't see a billionaire employer; she saw a man who had shared a life, and perhaps a tragedy, with her real father.
"He’s resting now," Dianthe whispered to Garette as they stepped out of th
