They remained silent until they reached the New Haven Hotel, which truly lived up to its name. Its architectural design was the finest Lilian had ever encountered, both at home and abroad. The walls adorned with precious stones and the glittering floor captivated her even before she stepped out of the car.
"Wow, Allen, this hotel is amazing!" she exclaimed, turning to look at him. This was clearly a place for distinguished individuals. The hotel was frequented by high-ranking officials and politicians—people of class and those from aristocratic families who could afford such luxury.
"I'm glad you like it. I had thought about building something similar for our daughter before my father left it to her. This is my go-to retreat when I need some solitude," Allen replied as he parked the car in a designated spot.
Lilian smiled, feeling a sense of happiness. This stunning place now belonged to her child, and her eyes began to well with tears of joy.
