In the hospital ward, Mew paced back and forth, his expression tense. Then, a soft cry broke through the silence, and he turned as a doctor emerged, carrying a small bundle wrapped in a blue towel.
"Congratulations, sir. It's a boy," the nurse said with a warm smile.
Mew's face softened as he took the baby into his arms, his usual composed demeanor replaced by something far more vulnerable-he was no longer a businessman but a father. Gently, he murmured, "Thank you, little one. You're going to help me save Sean."
His heart ached with relief and determination. His son, Sean, was suffering from leukemia, and they'd been unable to find a bone marrow match due to his rare blood type. But now, with this new life in his arms, hope stirred within him.
Another cry came from the same operating room, and, moments later, a second nurse appeared, carrying a second bundle. "Congratulations, sir-it's undiagonised twins. A girl this time," she announced, holding out the baby.
Mew's eyes widened as he took his daughter into his other arm, noticing how she bore a striking resemblance to her mother, while his son carried his own features. He stood there, gazing down at both babies, feeling a surge of emotions he hadn't anticipated.
Turning to his personal assistant, Luke, Mew spoke in a firm, detached tone, "Give Gulf triple the amount we agreed upon. Tell him his role is complete."
Luke nodded, preparing to carry out the instructions. Just as he turned to leave, Mew stopped him, his voice soft but steady. "Luke, also...give Gulf my beach villa."
Luke froze for a moment, shocked, knowing how much that villa meant to his boss. But with a nod of acknowledgment, he left, leaving Mew holding his newborns close, glancing at the entrance of operating theatre muttered in low " Thank you" as he turned to leave.