Three women vied for a billionaire’s affections, but his little son made a surprising decision 😱😱😱
The chandelier light swirled across the immaculate marble in Alexander Whitman’s opulent mansion. There was a very unique meeting that night instead of a formal reception or celebration.
Three women were invited to dinner by Alexander, who had been widowed for a year and was the heir to a huge fortune: Isabella, who was stunning in crimson red; Sophia, who was lovely in an emerald green dress; and Amelia, who was delicate and gentle in pastel pink.
They all knew the stakes were high: Alexander was searching for someone who could love and care for his one-year-old kid, Liam, not simply a friend.
The real focal point of the house was Liam, with his large, inquisitive eyes and golden locks. His laughter had been both a salve and an open wound ever since his mother left.
The three women grinned, each word and action calculated. Then, all of a sudden, a miracle occurred: Liam took his first steps while stumbling on his small legs.
There was a collective gasp in the room. “Come here, my little treasure!” said Sophia as the three competitors knelt down with their arms extended and their voices urging.
Amelia screamed out, “My angel, come to me.”
“Come to Aunt Isabella!” Isabella attempted.
However, Liam paused. As his brilliant eyes swept the room, he walked directly toward an unexpected location rather than the exquisite gowns and glittering jewelry.
Everyone was unable to speak 😱😱😱.
He approached the little nanny, Maya, who was occupied with gathering up stray toys. He staggered into Maya’s embrace before she could respond.
There was silence.
“Oh… I apologize so much, sir. I didn’t intend to. Maya stumbled, her eyes wide.
With a kind grin, Alexander’s eyes were filled with understanding and emotion. His kid had opted for warmth, compassion, and sincerity over beauty, fortune, or glitz.
The grins were false, but the three women mustered a courteous laugh. The supper finished earlier than expected that night, and the odor of callous luxury lingered.
Alexander later went by Liam’s room. Maya was playing hide-and-seek with him while seated on the floor, her uniform rumpled. Like a ray of brightness, the child’s laughing filled the room.
“You have done for him what no one else could,” Alexander added quietly, referring to Maya.
Startled, she turned and said, “Oh, sir. I’m merely carrying out my duties.
“No,” he demanded. “You provided him with what he most needed: tranquility.”
Maya’s eyes filled with tears. “Sir, he simply needs love.” Nothing more.
Liam’s little hand caressed her face as he reached out to her once more, cooing happily.
