"Hi, Dad! How are you?"
Yvienna hurried toward her father, who lay resting on the hospital bed. His eyes widened; he clearly hadn't expected his daughter to visit. He knew how busy she was.
"I'm fine, my daughter," he replied, pulling her into a tight hug. He had missed her terribly. Nothing mattered more to him than family. When they pulled away, his gaze traced her face. She looked exhausted, yet her beauty remained undimmed. She resembled her mother in too many ways.
"Are you tired? I'm sorry for passing my work on to you," he murmured, lowering his head.
Yvienna sighed.
"You don't have to say sorry, Dad."
His eyes glistened, and her heart crumbled at the sight.
"I like what I'm doing," she added softly. Growing up, she always knew she would inherit their business. She never dreamed of anything else. She only dreamed of succeeding.
And that journey shaped her into the best version of herself—responsible, resilient, unstoppable.
