Monbatten's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the DNA test results in his hands. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward little Amy.
At that moment, Monbatten felt like he was dreaming.
Someone tell him—was this really happening? The child he'd longed for all these years was standing right in front of him!
His eyes reddened immediately. He crouched down and scooped Amy up in a tight embrace. "Amy, I'm your dad!"
Amy nodded enthusiastically. "I know, Daddy!"
Monbatten's voice trembled. "Say it again. Call me 'Daddy' one more time."
"Daddy!"
Hearing the word again sent a tremor through his chest, his cold, hardened heart suddenly softening.
He had been with many women over the years, but he'd never truly cared for any of them. As a king, love was a luxury he couldn't afford.
His harem of over a hundred women had all been there for one reason only: to produce heirs.
But none of them—none of them combined—mattered even a fraction as much to him as little Amy did.
