The sun had just set over the sprawling metropolis, casting a warm orange glow over the towering skyscrapers. In a luxurious penthouse apartment, a lone figure stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the breathtaking view.

Ethan Bartman, a self-made billionaire and one of the most influential men in the city, stood tall, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of satisfaction. He had built his empire from scratch, through hard work, determination, and a keen business sense.

As he turned away from the window, his eyes fell on a framed photo on his desk. It was a picture of his son, taken on his tenth birthday. Ethan's heart swelled with love and regret. He had missed so many milestones in son's life, too caught up in building his business empire.

Ethan's thoughts drifted back to the past, to the day he had made the difficult decision to leave the boy's mother. He had thought it was the right thing to do, that it would give him a better life. But now, as he looked back, he realized the cost had been too high.

He had watched his son grow up from afar, attending school plays and sports games, always lurking in the shadows. He had wanted to reach out, to be a part of son's life, but he had been too afraid.

Afraid of being rejected, afraid of causing more harm than good. So he had stayed hidden, contenting himself with watching his own son from a distance.

But now, as Ethan stood in his penthouse apartment, he knew he had to make things right. He had to ensure that his son was taken care of, that he had the resources and support he needed to succeed.

With a newfound sense of determination, Ethan walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. He dialed a number, waiting for the person on the other end to answer.

"Kane, it's Ethan," he said, his voice firm. "I need to update my will. I want to leave everything to him."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Kane's voice came through, calm and professional.

"I'll take care of it, Ethan. But are you sure? You know he doesn't even know you."

Ethan's eyes drifted back to the photo on his desk.

"I'm positive, Kane," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "It's time I made things right."

Kane's voice was hesitant, but he knew better than to argue with Ethan.

"Very well, Ethan. I'll draw up the papers and bring them by tomorrow."

Ethan nodded, even though Kane couldn't see him.

"Thank you, Kane. I appreciate it."

As he hung up the phone, Ethan felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had taken the first step towards making things right.

But as he looked around his penthouse apartment, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was running out of time. He was getting older, and he knew that he wouldn't be around forever.

That's why he had to make sure that his son was taken care of. He had to ensure that his son had the resources and support he needed to succeed.

Ethan's eyes fell on a small, intricately carved wooden box on his desk. It was a music box, one that he had bought for his son's birthday.

He wound the box, and a soft, melancholic tune filled the room. Ethan's eyes closed, and he let the music wash over him.

As the last notes faded away, Ethan opened his eyes. He knew what he had to do.

He would leave everything to the person who could make it all right, and he would make sure that his son knew the truth about his past. It was the least he could do, after all these years.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Ethan sat down at his desk and began to write. He wrote a letter, explaining everything.

As he wrote, Ethan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he was doing the right thing.

And when he finally finished writing, Ethan felt a sense of closure. He had made things right with son, and he had ensured that his son would be taken care of.

All that was left now was to wait. Wait for Kane to arrive with the papers, and wait for him to receive the news.

Ethan's eyes drifted back to the photo on his desk. He smiled, feeling a sense of hope for the future.

It was a future that he wouldn't be a part of, but he knew

that this son of his would be okay. He had made sure of it.