Chapter 7
Richard exhaled a long, shuddering breath, running his trembling hand through his neat brown hair as the adrenaline rush began to fade.
He walked back over to the children's recovery corner, where Sophie was resting peacefully under the gentle care of Dr. Harrison and the nurse.
"She's resting now, Mr. Sterling, but she will need extensive pediatric counseling to process the emotional trauma," Dr. Harrison advised softly.
"Whatever it takes, spare no expense; bring in the best specialists from Boston and Zurich," Richard instructed with firm paternal resolve.
He sat down on the edge of the velvet chair, taking Sophie's small, warm hand in his large palm and kissing her knuckles tenderly.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here, sweet girl... but I promise you, nobody will ever lay a hand on you again," Richard whispered hoarsely.
Sophie opened her eyes slightly, offering a weak, heartbreaking little smile before drifting back into a deep, much-needed sleep.
Richard stood up, his jaw tightening as he walked over to the desk to review the rest of the smart home security logs.
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