“Sign the Shares First,” My Parents Ordered While I Held My Newborn—Then My Son’s Father Opened the Hospital Door – Welcome

I felt.

They barely looked at the baby.

Instead, my mother dropped a stack of legal papers onto the bedside table.

“Sign these before you’re discharged.”

My father folded his arms.

“The company can’t stay in your hands anymore.”

I stared at the documents through exhausted eyes.

They weren’t hospital forms.

They were agreements transferring my shares.

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