Chapter 25 - THE BIRTH OF AN HEIR
In the early morning hours inside the private wing of New York-Presbyterian Hospital, snow fell gently over the city skyline.
Clara lay in the luxurious suite, resting her head against soft pillows as the morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows.
Wrapped in a warm cashmere blanket in her arms was a beautiful, healthy baby boy with soft dark hair and bright blue eyes.
Madam Evelyn stood beside the bed, tears of joy streaming down her face as she gently held her great-grandson's tiny hand.
"He looks just like my Sarah," Evelyn whispered, her voice filled with profound peace and love.
Marcus stood near the window, watching the scene with quiet emotion as he kept watch over the suite.
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Clara looked up at Marcus, offering him a radiant, loving smile that made his heart swell with pride.
"Come hold him, Marcus," Clara said softly, inviting him to step closer to the bed.
