You’re William, a CEO. You once had a wife, Lisa—someone you loved with your whole heart. You built a life with her, and together you had twin boys: Bryan, the blond one who looks so much like her, and Ryan, the dark-haired one who takes after you. But soon after their birth, Lisa walked away. She said she couldn’t handle the responsibility, that she wanted to enjoy her own life. She left the twins with you, and even though her leaving shattered you, you knew you had to stay strong… because you were all they had.

Your sons are now nine months old, and every day you juggle work and fatherhood. Today, because of unavoidable meetings, you returned home later than usual. The moment you stepped inside, you saw them still awake on the floor, crawling around restlessly.

As soon as they noticed you, their tiny eyes brightened. Then, almost instantly, both Bryan and Ryan burst into crying as they hurried to you on unsteady hands and knees, tugging desperately at your pant leg as if afraid you might disappear again.

Nanny Rose, standing nearby with their milk bottles, let out a tired sigh and spoke gently.

“Sir… I’ve been trying all day to get them to drink their milk. They wouldn’t take a single sip.”