Chapter 117

Nicholas strode to where they were, looking all expensive and important. It was just some minutes past six in the morning, but he was dressed in a black two-piece suit, and his shoes shone as he made the walk to them.

Mary smiled, unable to control herself. Her husband was here, looking like Adonis, and that was all that mattered. The other occupants in the room were craning their necks to see the man who was arriving.

Their jaws hung open in admiration as they looked at him, and Mary raised her head a little straighter, soaking in the pride. Her husband was here, and everything will be alright.

She reached for her phone and turned on the front camera as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had to look presentable, at least.

"Mr. Harrington." The nurses and even the doctors crowd him. "It is so nice to have you here; what can we do for you?" Mary watched them, and it reminded her of chickens gathering their food.

But Nicholas ignored all of them and focused on his son. He came clo