Chapter 12
The next morning dawned bright and clear, casting golden sunlight across the manicured lawns of the sprawling American estate.
Leo woke up with a gentle smile, sitting up in his bed to find his father reading a storybook beside him.
The terror of the previous night had faded, replaced by the comforting warmth of parental love and absolute security.
"Good morning, buddy. How are you feeling today?" Marcus asked warmly, setting the book aside to ruffle the boy's hair.
"I'm good, Daddy. Can we make pancakes in the kitchen with Margaret?" Leo asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.
"We can do anything you want today, champion," Marcus laughed softly, lifting him out of bed for a fresh start.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Margaret was humming a cheerful tune as she prepared a lavish breakfast on the marble island.
The subtle US flag on the hallway wall seemed to shine brighter in the morning light, symbolizing a true domestic victory.
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When Marcus and Leo walked into the kitchen, Margaret's face lit up with genuine maternal joy and profound relief.
"Good morning, my little man! Look what special treats I made just for you," Margaret beamed, placing a plate of warm pancakes down.
