And because my dad never did anything halfway, he immediately announced the launch of a charitable foundation in my name and transferred 5% of the Gardner Group's shares to it.
"This is your reward, my precious daughter," he said, like he'd been waiting years for this exact moment.
Inside, I was doing mental cartwheels.
Meanwhile, my sister was losing her mind in the delivery room next door.
She was so furious, she nearly made Vivian black out from the pain. In the end, they couldn't take it anymore and went with an emergency C-section.
Word traveled fast.
It didn't take long for the entire hospital to buzz with gossip about the "miracle baby" born naturally and peacefully, and the "debt collector" who had to be cut out while screaming in agony.
As for Vivian? She didn't even bother looking at her newborn. Just waved her off like yesterday's trash and had a nurse carry her away.
Meanwhile, I was tucked in right next to my mom, cozy and snug, placed there personally by my tycoon dad himself.
I was beginning to drift off, wrapped in warmth and smelling my mom's perfume, when a shadow crossed over me.
A pale, strikingly handsome face appeared above mine.