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Nancy gently covered my trembling hands with her warm one. "Mr. Reed." She replied simply. "Your husband did everything." Nancy continued with a smile touching her lips. "From the day William came home from the hospital until he was three years old, Mr. Reed never left his side. He hired the best corporate teams so he could work from home. He set up a desk right inside the nursery."
I stared at her, completely captivated, as the image of the billionaire CEO sitting in a baby’s room began to form in my mind.
"I would wake up at six in the morning." Nancy recalled. "And I would find Mr. Reed asleep in the rocking chair, still wearing his business suits, with William asleep on his chest. He did all the night feedings. He paced the hallways for hours when William had colic. When Willi
