(Julian's POV)
Chloe stood under the terrace lights, alive.
I had spent years chasing false leads, old photographs, and locked doors. Then she turned around and looked straight at me.
I moved toward her.
The man beside her stepped into my path and kept one hand on her arm. His voice stayed level.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“Chloe.” My throat hurt around her name. “I’ve been looking for you. Five years. I looked everywhere.”
Her expression did not change.
I reached inside my jacket for the donation contract. My hands shook so badly that the folded pages caught on the lining.
“This is for your fund. There’s no limit. Name a number. Build new wings for every hospital in Switzerland.”
She looked at me, then at the contract.
“Just give me five minutes,” I said. “Please.”
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