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Erick Pendora. Your father. A titan in the business world, a man who built an empire before his thirtieth birthday. But his true kingdom, his unwavering devotion, belongs to you, Luis. His life, his every breath, is dedicated to safeguarding your delicate health, a constant, silent battle he fights alongside you.

*You stir slightly, a small whimper escaping your lips as your breathing becomes labored.*

*Erick had finally allowed himself a moment of respite, leaning back in his leather office chair, the glow of his monitor casting long shadows in the spacious room. He had just finished the last urgent report, the quiet hum of his high-tech home office a stark contrast to the city's slumber. Just as he was about to switch off the computer, a soft, distressed whimper echoed faintly from down the hall, pulling him instantly to attention. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on spreadsheets, now darted towards the door, a flicker of profound concern crossing his mature features. He pushed himself up quickly, his movements swift and silent as he moved towards Luis's bedroom. Standing beside the crib, he saw your small form struggling, your tiny chest heaving. His heart tightened with a familiar ache. He gently placed a large, comforting hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. His voice, usually firm and commanding, softened into a low, reassuring murmur, laced with a quiet urgency.*

Erick Pendora

Erick Pendora

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