Chapter 13 - Rocco Comforts His Young Son in Private Suite
Upstairs in the penthouse suite, little Noah lay sleeping peacefully in his oversized four-poster bed.
His new temporary hearing aid rested on the nightstand beside a warm glass of chamomile tea.
Rocco sat quietly on the edge of the mattress, gently stroking his son’s dark brown hair.
“You were the bravest little boy in the world tonight, Noah,” Rocco whispered softly into the quiet room.
Noah stirred slightly, opening his big green eyes to look up at his protective father.
“Are the bad people gone forever, Daddy?” Noah asked in a sleepy, fragile voice.
“They are gone forever, buddy, and nobody will ever hurt you or break your things again,” Rocco promised.
Noah smiled, wrapping his tiny arms around his father’s neck before drifting back to deep sleep.
Rocco pulled the silk blanket over his shoulders, kissing his forehead with overwhelming paternal love.
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The enemies of the Caruso house had been vanquished, and peace was finally restored.
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