The billionaire was told his daughter had only three months left—until a new maid uncovered a truth no doctor had seen

No one inside the Wakefield estate ever said it aloud. No one needed to. The truth hung in every hallway, settled into every corner, and pressed against every breath they took.
Little Luna Wakefield was slipping away.

The doctors had delivered their verdict without ceremony, their voices flat and practiced, as if reading numbers from a chart instead of closing a door on a life. Three months. Perhaps less. A timeline spoken once, then left to echo endlessly.