When we arrived at the hospital, Victor was lying in bed with an oxygen mask over his face. Dylan and his mother were at his bedside, along with several familiar shareholders and lawyers.
Hearing us come in, Victor looked past the others and beckoned to me at the back of the group.
Grant had just taken my hand. I glanced at him, then gently pulled free.
As I approached the bed, I gave Dylan's mother a polite nod. Dylan suddenly slipped an arm around my shoulders and led me over to stand in front of Victor.
Victor weakly lifted a hand and pointed at my stomach. At the same time, Dylan respectfully handed him the pregnancy report.
"Dad, you're going to be a grandfather. Celia and I are having a baby."
Dylan rested his hand on my stomach. We exchanged a tender look, and I laid my hand o
