Daniel took a deep breath, steadying himself as he stared at Anabella. She had turned her head away from him, her face a picture of quiet defiance. But he knew her too well—or so he thought. He could see the faint trace of doubt in her body language, the tension in her jaw, and the way her fingers clutched the hospital blanket.
"I'm not just here for me," Daniel said finally, his tone quieter, almost pleading. "This isn't just about saving my company or my reputation. This is about James too."
Anabella's eyes flickered briefly toward him at the mention of his son. Daniel caught it and pressed on, his voice gaining urgency. "You know how much James looks up to me. If I lose everything, it won't just be me who suffers. He'll lose his stability, his home, his future. He's already struggling to adjust, and this—this could ruin him."
