After nine months of pregnancy, I successfully gave birth to a baby boy.
On the day my son was born, the Hayes family patriarch, Walter, came to the hospital in person.
He held the baby, and his face crinkled into such a wide smile that all his wrinkles smoothed out with joy.
"Oh, great! Look at him. His eyes and brows look just like Nathan when he was a boy."
He personally named the baby Cian Hayes.
That name, beginning with the same letter as mine, was the Hayes family's highest form of recognition for me, the "hero" who had secured their bloodline.
At the baby's one-month celebration, the patriarch publicly announced that Nathan would be the sole heir to the Hayes Group.
The first thing Nathan did after taking power was clean up the mess John had left behind.
He took my advice:
