The Godfather's Love Buried in Snow Chapter 10

I heard a suppressed sob from the corridor behind me. My heart remained still.

The trust and ability he destroyed were buried in the past.

In the days that followed, I threw myself into the expo. Julian was always there, professional and steady.

He handed me espresso when I worked late.

He hired the best physical therapist for my back pain.

After the expo, he invited me to see the snow in the Alps—as a friend, never crossing the line.

His respect melted the ice around my heart.

The turning point came late one night. My mother called, crying.

"Your dad's heart condition worsened. He needs a specific anti-rejection drug from a Swiss lab. We can't get it at home."

It was 3:00 AM. I called Julian in a panic.

"Wait for me."

Thirty minutes later, he was at my door with the medicine box, still warm.

He had mobilized the Vane family's medical resources and pulled the drug from a private hospital.

"The Gulfstream G650 is ready. The medicine will be there by morning."

He looked at my teary eyes and comforted me softly. "Don't worry. The Godfather will be fine."

Looking at the genuine care in his eyes, I thought maybe I could accept a new possibility.

After my father's surgery was successful, Julian and I grew closer. We inspected warehouses, analyzed markets, and practiced shooting on weekends.

He knew my back was bad. He adjusted my stance personally to minimize the recoil.

Six months later, at the European Arms Guild awards, I was named "Most Influential Woman of the Year."