Third-Person POV:
When Angela returned from her honeymoon, she was too happy. The past few weeks had been a bliss, and she couldn’t wait to tell her father about the places she’d visited with Chris.
After leaving their luggage with the servants, she headed straight for his study. She’d expected to find him behind his desk, buried in paperwork as usual, but he was not there.
Instead, there was an Omega who was busy dusting the shelves. “Where’s my father?” Angela asked, looking around.
The girl immediately stopped working. “Alpha Cedric is in his bedroom, Miss Angela. He’s resting.”
Resting? Angela glanced at the clock. It was barely afternoon. Her father never rested at this hour, no matter how exhausting his day had been. “Is he alright?”
The Omega hesitated. “I think you should go and see him, Miss Angela.” Angela hurried upstairs. She knocked once before opening her father’s bedroom door.
“Papa? I’m back!” But the smile on her face disappeared the moment she saw him.
Cedric was lying in bed, looking nothing like the healthy man who’d hugged her goodbye before her honeymoon. His cheeks had become hollow, he’d visibly lost weight, and his skin was so pale that Angela hardly recognized him.
The pack doctor stood beside the bed, checking his pulse.
“Papa!”
She rushed to him, dropping her handbag onto a chair. “What happened to you?” she cried, taking his free hand. “You were perfectly fine when I left!”
Cedric tried to sit up, but she quickly stopped him. “No, don’t move. Please.” She turned toward the doctor. “How long has he been like this? What’s wrong with him?”
The doctor opened his mouth, but Angela didn’t give him a chance. “And why wasn’t I informed? I’m his daughter! Someone should have called me!”
The poor man glanced toward Cedric for help. “Angel,” her father interrupted weakly, raising a finger. “Don’t scold him. I was the one who told everyone not to contact you.”
Angela turned back to him. “Papa, why would you do that?”
“Because you were on your honeymoon, sweetheart.” He managed a small smile. “You’ve just started a new life with your husband. I didn’t want you spending those precious days worrying about an old man.”
“An old man?” Angela was already crying. “You’re my father! How could you hide something like this from me?” Cedric reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Come now. Now tell me, did you enjoy your honeymoon?”
Angela wiped her cheeks. “Yes, Papa,” she answered through her tears. “Very much. Chris took me to so many beautiful places, and he’s a wonderful husband.”
“That’s good.” Cedric nodded with satisfaction. “That’s all I wanted for you, Angel.” He lifted her hand and kissed it. Angela bent over him, carefully wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“You should have told me,” she whispered. “I would have come home immediately.”
“And ruin your honeymoon?” Cedric chuckled weakly.
“Papa, this isn’t funny!” Just then, Chris appeared at the bedroom door.
“Angela? I was looking for you.” He stopped when he noticed the doctor, then looked toward the bed.


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