Chapter 2
"They didn't need more medicine, sir," Chloe repeated softly, her dark eyes meeting Julian’s stunned gaze with a mixture of professional respect and profound empathy. She slowly lowered the hairbrush, allowing the soft echo of the children's giggles to fill the vast hallway.
Julian took a slow, deliberate breath, his fingers tracing the edge of his open-collar light blue shirt as if trying to steady his erratic heartbeat. He had spent the last six months hiring the most expensive pediatric specialists in New York, yet none of them had achieved what this young woman did with a hairbrush and a smile.
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"Dr. Harrison explicitly stated they required clinical isolation and strict sedative schedules to manage their trauma," Julian murmured, his voice cracking slightly as he walked a step closer to the crystal chandelier's dazzling reflection on the floor.
"Dr. Harrison reads medical charts from behind a mahogany desk, but children heal through play, Mr. Sterling," Chloe replied gently, smoothing her burgundy skirt as she stood up to pick up Liam. "They were drowning in silence, not a disease."
