Chapter 3 - The Lost Son's Legacy
Tears welled in Arthur’s eyes as he recognized the tiny baby in the vintage photograph as his estranged late son, David.
"David... my God, you are David's children," Arthur whispered, kneeling down on the wooden floor despite his tailored grey suit.
Lily peeked out from behind her brother's arm, her smudged face relaxing as she sensed the old man's sudden, overwhelming gentleness.
"He talked about you every single day," Toby said quietly, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "He said you were a good man."
Mary quickly stepped around the counter, carrying a large box packed with warm croissants, donuts, and fresh rolls.
"Sir, here is everything from the display case," Mary said softly, her eyes moist with unspilled tears.
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"Thank you, Mary," Arthur said, pulling a thick roll of hundred-dollar bills from his jacket and placing it on the glass counter.
"Keep the change, and call a private car to take us to the Sterling Manor in Beacon Hill immediately."
