Page 25 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

"Mr. Graves," the doctor speaks, their voice filled with compassion and joy. "I have good news. Your daughter's surgery was a success."

A wave of gratitude floods over me, and tears of relief well up in my eyes. I glance at Blair, our connection deepening as we silently share our emotions. We tighten our grip on each other's hands, a wordless celebration of this small victory.

"Can I see her?" I manage to ask, my voice quivering with gratitude.

The doctor nods, granting permission, and gestures toward the recovery room. My heart pounds with anticipation as we step into the room. Tubes and monitors surround my daughter, but her breathing is steady, a sign of resilience. I approach her bedside, overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

"Sweetheart," I whisper, my voice filled with tenderness. "You made it through. I'm here, and everything is going to be alright."

Blair stands by my side, her presence a soothing balm in this tumultuous time. She places a hand on my shoulder, offering her silent support. I turn to her, my eyes brimming with gratitude.

"Thank you," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "For being here. For giving me strength."

She smiles, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "I'll always be here for you, Alex. Through the good times and the difficult ones. You're not alone in this."

I am overwhelmed with gratitude for Blair and the depth of our connection. Together, we stand as pillars of strength, supporting and nurturing the bond that has grown between us.

As I hold my daughter's hand, a newfound sense of hope surges within me. The journey to recovery may be long and arduous, but with Blair by my side, I know we can weather any storm.

"Daddy?" Summer whispers, weak and fragile, as she gradually awakens from her surgery. The hospital lights cast a soft glow around her, and I lean in closer, my heart swelling with relief.

"Yes, sweetheart, it's me," I say, my voice filled with emotion. "You're awake now. I'm right here beside you."

Her eyes flutter open, and I see a mixture of confusion and recognition within them. I reach out and gently take her hand, providing a steady anchor in this unfamiliar setting. "Dad," she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Tears well up in my eyes as I gaze into her tired face. Overwhelmed with gratitude for her survival, I can hardly find the words to express the depth of my love and relief. "I'm here, my love," I say, my voice trembling with emotion. "You're safe now. We've been so worried about you."

Beside me, Blair squeezes my shoulder and says, “I’ll give you two some privacy.” Our eyes meet, understanding passing between us before she finally releases my hand. “I’ll be just outside in case you need me,” she assures me and walks out the door.

Summer’s eyes follow Blair until she’s gone, and then she returns her eyes to me with a question in them. I just shake my head, promising to properly introduce her to Blair once she’s better.

When she looks at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance, I squeeze her hand and offer her a comforting presence. "Dad," she begins, her voice soft but filled with determination. "I... I had an accident at school."

I lean in closer, eager to hear her story, knowing that it takes immense strength for her to recount the events that led us to this moment. No one has been able to tell me exactly what happened, and I’ve been too agitated to speak to the teachers who brought her to the hospital.

"Tell me, sweetheart," I encourage her gently. "Take your time. I'm here to listen."

With each word, her voice grows stronger, and she narrates the events of her accident, piece by piece. I listen intently, my heart aching at the thought of the pain and fear she must have experienced.

"It happened in the parking lot," she says, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and resilience. "I was waiting for my friend, Dina, and I was standing on the sidewalk. But then a classmate lost control of the car, and he swerved; it was so scary, Dad. It happened so fast. One minute I was standing there, and the next, everyone was screaming, and it all went blank."

I reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead, my heart aching for the fear she endured. I want to find the boy who did this to her and pummel him into the ground, but I just feel grateful that I didn’t lose her. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, my brave girl," I whisper, my voice filled with compassion. "But you're safe now, and I’m here for you."

She looks up at me, her eyes searching for reassurance, and I meet her gaze with unwavering love. "You're not alone, sweetheart," I say, my voice filled with conviction. "We'll get through this together as a family."

Her eyes soften, and a fragile smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It's a moment of connection, a testament to the unbreakable bond between a father and his daughter. "I know, Dad," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "Having you by my side makes me feel much better."

Everything that felt forced and awkward between us quickly became irrelevant, and it’s like the connection I desperately searched for between us suddenly resurfaced.

I hold onto Summer, gently brushing her hair back while whispering reassuring words to her until she slowly slips back to sleep again. Once I’m sure she won’t be waking up anytime soon, I kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.

Seated on one of the chairs in the waiting room is a tired-looking Blair, who looks like she could use some sleep too. We’ve been here for almost a whole day, and it’s already ten p.m. When she sees me, she jumps to her feet with her beautiful blue eyes already filled with worry.

“Alexander…” Christ, I love the sound of my name on her lips. “Did something happen?” she asks, briefly looking at the hallway behind me that leads to Summer’s room.

I quickly shake my head, reassuring her that everything is fine. “She just needed to rest.” I grab her hand as a support because of how wobbly her feet have gotten from the stress. “Come on; I’ll get my driver to take you home.” I’d love to take her myself to make sure she gets home safely, but I can’t bear to leave my daughter.

Blair disagrees with a shake of her head. “No, I want to stay here with you.”

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