During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…
For half a heartbeat, Daniel froze. I watched the calculation happen behind his eyes—a rapid, cold assessment of risk, convenience, and priority. The man I had shared a bed with for nearly a decade weighed the life of his feverish child against the weight of the woman in his arms.
