The three of them spent the entire night in the old man’s hospital room.
After Candy fell asleep, she was moved to the companion bed. Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn sat side-by-side next to the old man, watching over his body and staring blankly all night long.
Early the next morning, Ryan called to ask Damien Vaughn about work. It was as if he’d been rebooted; his expression shifted back to one of calm composure.
"I have something to attend to today, so I won’t be coming into the office. Postpone all my work."
He then made a call to a certain high-ranking official he was acquainted with.
The official was shocked and saddened to learn of the old man’s passing. Following Damien Vaughn’s instructions, he immediately dispatched a private hearse.
The old man would not be buried for the time being; his body was discreetly transported to a funeral home.
After making the arrangements for his grandfather and leaving the funeral home, Damien Vaughn once again scooped Candy into his arms.
"Candy. Are you scared?"
Candy wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head calmly.
"I’m not scared."
"Why not? Do you understand what’s happened?"
"I know, but I’m not telling. Daddy said I can’t tell anyone."
’How on earth did Cecelia Archer give birth to this little girl? She’s so smart it breaks your heart!’
With every word they exchanged, Damien Vaughn found himself loving her a little more.
"You’re amazing, Candy. That’s my girl. Did you sleep well last night? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Are you hungry? Do you want Daddy to treat you to something yummy?"
"Yes!"
What kid doesn’t love a tasty treat?
Candy’s face lit up, and she bounced excitedly in his arms.
"It’s been so long since I had breakfast with Daddy. I’ve wanted to eat with you for ages!"
"Daddy was wrong before. From now on, we’ll have breakfast together every day. What do you want to eat?"
Candy reeled off a long list of things Cecelia Archer normally forbade her from eating.
Damien Vaughn knew these foods weren’t healthy, but they had just been reunited after such a long time. He’d spoil her, just this once. He took her into a KFC.
Candy began to feast, her face a picture of pure bliss.
Damien Vaughn watched her, captivated, for another moment before gently placing her in Cecelia Archer’s arms.
"You two start eating, and wait for me here. Don’t leave until I get back, no matter what. I’m just stepping out for a minute."
With that, he took off, his long legs carrying him outside in a mad dash.
Candy watched his retreating figure through the glass window and gave Cecelia Archer a mysterious smile.
"He’s definitely gone to get you a surprise. Do you think he’s buying flowers or a diamond ring? Daddy isn’t going to propose to you, is he? Mommy, would you say yes?"
Cecelia Archer was rendered speechless by her daughter’s words.
"You haven’t seen the man in months, and the second you do, it’s ’Daddy this’ and ’Daddy that.’ How are you not the least bit shy?"
Candy looked at her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What’s there to be shy about? It’s not like I haven’t called him that before."
"Uncle Grant asked you to start calling him Daddy, too. Why won’t you call him that?"
At this, Candy herself couldn’t quite explain it.
Maybe it was because she had met Damien Vaughn first. First impressions really stuck with you.
Calling someone else ’Daddy’ just felt awkward and strange.
"I like calling him Daddy, and I like him. I like Uncle Grant too, but I just like him more. Still, you can’t say yes to his proposal right away. You have to make him chase you for a while. Mommy, I can tell Daddy really, really likes you. If you marry him, we’ll be very happy."
Cecelia Archer grabbed a french fry and stuffed it into her daughter’s mouth.
"You need to watch less of those silly cartoons. Even food can’t keep that little mouth of yours quiet."



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