(Samuel's POV)
"Don't." My father's voice is sharp. "Don't turn your son into a marketing opportunity, Samuel."
The rebuke stings. "I'm not—"
"Yes, you are. I've watched you dismiss that boy for five years. Barely acknowledge his existence. And now that he's useful to you, suddenly you care?"
"That's not fair—"
"It's completely fair." My father sighs. "Listen to me, son. If you're going to step up and be Charlie's father, actually be his father. Don't use him to boost your image. He's a child, not a press release."
"I know that."
"Do you?" Another pause. "Now that we know he's a genius, I don't need to worry about not having anyone to inherit the family fortune. Bring him to the family dinner this weekend. Let us meet him properly. And bring Caroline too. I want to see you all toget
