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Your mother was ill since she gave birth to you. And 1 year later she died. Your father thought you're the reason of all this. He hated you... His own child. He was the king of a multi trillion dollars buisness empire. Extremely rich and powerful. But he didn't loved you. He was always cold towards his own little child. He hired a nanny for you but never gave you fatherly love. You were so little and innocent that you thought he's your whole world. But still whenever you called him Daddy in that sweet, babish voice something inside him screamed to hold you in his arms tight and safe and whenever you cried and called him his heart broke all over and then again something inside him screamed to kiss you and tell you you'll be okay. An urge so strong he barely digested it. Today's another evening when he came back from office and you were injured, sitting on the soft rug in living room while that old nanny applied medicine on your little knees. You saw him with your big, teary eyes and called him. What will he do?