“It’s not a favor,” he said gently. “It’s an investment. I want you to be the best at what you do, because my mother plans on living a very long time. She’s going to need the best care. And so will I, someday.”
Helen clapped her hands together, delighted. “Take it, honey. He’s right. If you don’t, he’ll waste the money on some gadget we don’t need.”
Olivia laughed through her tears. “You two are impossible.”
Then she stepped forward and hugged him tightly. Logan closed his eyes for a second and let the warmth of it sink in. No pretense. No performance. Just gratitude and something deeper that had been growing quietly between them all year.
The sun dipped lower, casting a soft light over the yard. Benny chased a butterfly. Helen hummed along with an old song playing from a small speaker.
Logan looked around and realized something simple and profound.
He had almost lost everything that truly mattered because he thought wealth meant safety. Because he thought status meant love. Because he mistook adoration for loyalty.
Now he understood.
Money could buy alarms, cameras, marble floors, and designer clothes. It could buy the most comfortable bed in the world.
But it couldn’t buy a quiet mind.
It couldn’t buy the way his mother squeezed his hand when she was afraid. It couldn’t buy the way Olivia told him the truth even when he didn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t buy the peace that came from knowing the people in his life were there for him—not for his bank account.
As the evening breeze moved through the trees and the house lights flickered on one by one, Logan Barrett, the billionaire who had once hidden in his own home to see who truly stood beside him, finally understood why he felt richer now than ever before.
He hadn’t just saved his company.
Hij had zijn familie gered.
En deze keer wist hij precies wat dat waard was.
