The billionaire arrived home earlier than expected, and what he saw his housekeeper doing with his children made him cry…

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Olivia stood by the table, her emerald piform dress immaculate and her hair neatly pulled back. Noah and Grace smiled radiantly at her.

A chocolate cake, decorated with fruit and cream, was between them. Olivia cut it roughly while the children clapped. Cocoa splattered Noah’s shirt and cream stained Grace’s dress: proof that she had helped bake it.

He wasn’t just eating. He was celebrating.

Olivia laughed with them, wiped the cream from Grace’s cheek, ruffled Noah’s hair, treating them as if they were her own. Love filled the room, pure and aesthetic.

Matthew froze, with tears in his eyes.

It wasn’t the cake that overwhelmed him. It was realizing that this woman, to whom he barely paid attention, had given her children what he had given them for years: a sense of family.

Guilt enveloped him in his chest. In building a future for them, he had neglected the present. He thought of his late wife, Eleaor, who always said that children needed presence more than gifts.

After his death, he had immersed himself in work to escape the pain.

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When she finally took a step forward, her presence startled them. Olivia straightened up nervously. The children turned around, curious.

Matthew’s voice trembled. “Thank you.”

Noah and Grace ran to him, speaking to him. He knelt down and hugged them, tears streaming down his face. For the first time in years, they saw their father cry and felt closer to him because of it.