Consumed with thoughts of Noah, Alistair could not rest while awaiting his grandson’s arrival. He had deployed all his men to ensure their safety, from the moment they landed at the airport until they reached the house. In the flurry of activity, he had neglected his own health and failed to keep to his schedule.
That afternoon, as Alistair tried to rise from his chair, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and a sharp pain pierced his chest. He staggered, falling back into his seat.
“Mr. Alistair!” Layla cried out, startled to see the old man clearly in pain.
Alistair, clutching his chest and struggling to catch his breath, opened his eyes to find Layla standing before him with a worried expression.
“Sophia,” he managed, his breathing ragged.
“What’s wrong, sir? Are you sick? S
