(Jasper's POV)
I sat at the edge of Rosalind's hospital bed, watching her chest rise and fall in sleep. The VIP room was quiet except for the soft beep of monitors. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting shadows across her pale face.
When had I become such a terrible father?
The question gnawed at me. Mother knew about the allergy. Aurora knew. Even the nanny knew. But I, her own father, had forgotten. Completely forgotten that mango could kill my daughter.
The ER doctor's words still echoed in my head. *Too busy shopping to remember your child's medical history?*
He'd been talking to Sienna, but the accusation hit me harder. I was the parent. I should have known.
I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my face. Since taking over the family business after my brother's death, I'd
