Chapter 7 - A Father's GhostThen the crowd parted.
Richard Astor appeared.
The billionaire patriarch had spent years becoming a man who could control almost anything.
Markets.
Companies.
Politicians.
Entire industries.
But he could not control what happened next.
He looked into the hole.
His face went completely still.
The little boy stared back.
Richard's lips parted.
"Leo?"
The name came out like a broken prayer.
Six years earlier, Richard had been told his son had died after a medical emergency.
He had buried the memory.
He had buried the toys.
He had buried the nursery.
He had buried himself.
But now—
The child behind the wall looked exactly like the photograph Richard had kept hidden in his study.
Richard stumbled forward.
"My son..."
Victoria stepped between them.
"Richard, don't."
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He looked at her.
Something inside his heart shattered.
