Chapter 549 Two Dads
"Yeah, you could say that." George gently kissed her forehead. "When you grow up, you'll understand that love isn't just one thing. It can come from many people."
Seraphine suddenly extended her pinky finger. "Uncle... no, Daddy, you have to promise me you won't leave me and Mom again! We..."
She started counting on her fingers. "Michael, Daddy, Mom, Lucas, me, and new Daddy. The five of us will always live together, okay?"
George hooked his pinky around hers, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise you."
Seraphine leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Daddy!"
The word sent a shiver down George, and tears soaked through his bandages. He hugged Seraphine tightly, as if trying to make up for all the missed hugs over the years.
"Say it again," he rasped.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Seraphine called out joyfully, cupping George's face with her small hands. "Daddy, don't cry. I'll wipe your tears."
Emma watched the scene, her heart aching. She wanted to tell George the truth—that Seraphine was Michael's daughter—but she feared shattering the fragile warmth of the moment.
After Seraphine and Lucas had tired themselves out and fallen asleep on the couch in the hospital room, Emma couldn't hold back any longer. "George, you shouldn't give Seraphine this kind of hope."
George turned to her. "Why not? She is my daughter."
"You know that's not true," Emma said, closing her eyes in pain. "Seraphine is Michael's..."
"Impossible," George interrupted firmly. "Emma, you know in your heart, you've only ever loved me."
Emma's eyes flew open. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know your heart. Even if the whole world doubts it, I believe Seraphine is my child."
His hand was warm and strong. Emma tried to pull away, but he held on tighter.
George's voice softened. "The night before you left, we..."
"Stop!" Emma cut him off, glancing at the sleeping children.
But George persisted. "The timing matches perfectly. And look at Seraphine's eyes—they're just like mine."
Emma stared at him in shock.
George pointed to his heart. "In here, I see it clearly. When she calls me Daddy, that connection can't be faked."
Emma fell silent. She remembered the nurse's words when Seraphine was born, and how Seraphine's features had grown to resemble George's. Could it really be true?
"Emma," George knelt by the bed, kissing her hand reverently. "No matter what happened in the past, let's start over. Give the kids a complete family."
Emma's tears finally broke free. She looked at the sleeping Seraphine and Lucas, then at George, who loved her so deeply. The ice around her heart began to melt.
"I need time," she finally said.
George smiled with relief. "I've waited three years; I can wait a little longer. Just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"Don't push me away again," George pleaded. "Let me take care of you all, as a husband and father should."
Emma looked at the sunlight streaming through the window, bathing their family in warmth, and nodded gently.
George was overjoyed but kept quiet to avoid waking the children. He hugged Emma tightly, whispering in her ear, "Thank you, Emma. I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
In her sleep, Seraphine murmured, "Daddy."
The word brought tears to both George and Emma's eyes.
The next morning, soft golden sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow on the hospital room floor. Nurse Cordelia pushed a medicine cart to room 1806 and knocked gently. When no one answered, she carefully opened the door.
The scene before her made Cordelia tread lightly.
Emma was still asleep, her pale face softened by the morning light, her breathing steady and calm. Beside the bed, the rumored blind CEO of the Russell Group sat in a chair, deftly adjusting a little girl's collar with his long fingers.
"Daddy, my bow is crooked," Seraphine said in a sweet, childlike voice, standing on tiptoe so George could reach her hair accessory.
Despite the bandages over his eyes, George's movements were precise. He gently adjusted the pink bow and said warmly, "There, now Seraphine is the prettiest little princess."
Lucas was holding a comb, carefully brushing George's slightly messy hair. "Daddy, your hair is softer than Mom's," he whispered, afraid of waking Emma.
George chuckled softly and ruffled Lucas's hair. "That's because Lucas is doing such a good job."
Cordelia watched from the doorway, nearly dropping the medical chart in her hand. She had never seen such a scene—the cold, ruthless business tycoon was as tender as any ordinary father. Even more astonishing, he seemed to know exactly what the children were doing despite his blindness.
"Daddy, your tie," Seraphine said, picking up a navy blue tie from the bedside table and clumsily trying to put it around George's neck.
George lowered his head to help her, letting Seraphine fumble with the tie. Lucas quickly stepped in to assist. "Seraphine, you have to loop it like this."
Cordelia couldn't help but clear her throat softly. "Mr. Russell, I'm here to change Ms. Jones's bandages."
George turned his head toward her, despite the bandages, accurately facing Cordelia. "Please be quiet; Emma just fell asleep."
"Of course," Cordelia said, stepping lightly. She couldn't resist asking, "Can you really not see?"
George's lips curved into a small smile. "Sometimes, the heart sees more clearly than the eyes."
Seraphine proudly hugged George's arm. "My daddy is the best! He doesn't need his eyes to know where I am!"
Lucas nodded in agreement. "Daddy can even tell us stories with his eyes closed!"
As Cordelia changed Emma's bandages, she glanced at George, who seemed to be "watching" Seraphine and Lucas with eyes full of love and affection, as if he could truly see them.
Half an hour later, a black Maybach slowly drove out of the hospital gates. The morning sunlight streamed through the car windows, casting golden patterns on the leather seats.
In the front passenger seat, George, still blindfolded, couldn't hide his smile. In the back, Lucas was helping Seraphine organize her backpack, both of them excited from spending the night with George and Emma in the hospital room.
"Daddy, where did my watercolor pens go?" Seraphine asked, rummaging through her backpack.
George turned his head slightly, his smile widening. "Check the front pocket, sweetheart. I think you put them there last night."
Seraphine's eyes lit up as she found the pens exactly where George had said. "You were right, Daddy! You're amazing!"
Lucas grinned and nudged his sister. "Told you, Daddy knows everything."
George chuckled, the sound warm and full of love. "Well, I do my best. Now, how about we grab some breakfast? I think we all deserve a treat."
The children cheered in agreement, their laughter filling the car as it drove into the bright new day.
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