Her grief

I was in complete disbelief as my father revealed the staggering amount of money I had inherited and the freedom it granted me. The sheer magnitude of the sum left me speechless, still trying to process the fact that I was now the daughter of a trillionaire.

However, our conversation came to an abrupt halt when Lydia, one of our trusted maids who take cared for Baby Dallas, burst into the room in a state of panic. Both my father and I exchanged concerned glances as she apologized for the interruption.

With a trembling voice, Lydia informed us that Dallas had a high fever. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately sprang into action, following Lydia as she led me to Dallas's room. My father was right behind me, his worry evident.

As we entered the room, my heart sank at the sight of Dallas lying in his crib, his face flushed and his tiny body shivering. It was a heartbreaking sight that sent me into a state of panic.

"Dad, what do we do? We need to get him to a doctor," I pleaded, my v