Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 371

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After Thomas bid them goodnight and left to stay with a friend in the nearby town, the institute fell into a profound silence, broken

stly by the persistent drumming of rain against the windows and occasional rumbles of thunder.

Irene wandered through the main floor, exploring areas they hadn’t focused on during their planning sessions. In a corner of what would become a patient lounge, she discovered an old upright piano

“I didn’t know this was here,” she said, running her fingers lightly over the keys, producing a soft, slightly out–of–tune chord.

Adam wheeled over to her side. “Neither did 1. Do you play?”

Irene smiled, sitting down on the bench. “Lily taught me. She’s been playing since she was three–some kind of prodigy. She insisted I learn so we could ‘bond through music,‘ as she put it.”

“And how did that work out?” Adam asked, genuinely curious.

Irene laughed softly. “Well, at first she was the most demanding teacher you could imagine. Once, when I kept hitting the wrong note, she put her tiny hands on her hips and said, ‘Mom, you need to focus more on feeling the music and less on watching your fingers. She was four at the time.”

Adam chuckled, imagining the scene. “I can picture that perfectly. She does have that serious look when she’s passionate about something.”

“Exactly,” Irene nodded, her expression softening with the memory. “But when I finally got better, she was so excited. She literally jumped into my arms and said, ‘Mommy, now we can perform together! The pride in her eyes…” Irene trailed off, her own eyes growing misty.

Adam reached out to touch her shoulder. “Play something for me? Consider it a tribute to Lily, even if she’s not here to hear it.”

Irene positioned her hands over the keys and began to play. The melody was simple but beautiful, filling the empty institute with warmth despite the storm raging outside.

Adam watched her with rapt attention, noting how her face transformed when she played–a new dimension of her he hadn’t

witnessed before.

“Lily would be proud,” he said softly when she finished.

Irene turned to him, her fingers still resting on the keys. “She actually told me once that she hoped to see me play for you someday. I guess I’ve fulfilled her wish.”

Adam felt something shift in his chest at her words. He moved his hand to her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m honored to be your

first audience.”

She rose from the bench and turned to face him fully. Their eyes locked, and without hesitation, she leaned down to kiss him. It was tender and unhurried, a moment suspended in time as the storm raged beyond the windows.

“That,” Irene whispered against his lips, “is better than any applause.

Adam caught her hands in his. “Everything about you and Lily fascinates me. I want to know every story, every memory.”

Later, as they made their way upstairs to the rooms that would eventually become overnight accommodations for patients‘ families, the storm intensified. Irene pushed Adam’s wheelchair, her doctor’s instincts taking over.

“Time for your treatment,” she announced. “Doctor’s orders don’t get suspended just because we’re stranded by a storm.”

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Adam sighed dramatically. “Tife burden of dating my physician. Always the patient first, boyfriend second.”

‘Exactly,” she agreed with mock seriousness. ‘Medical ethics are very clear on this point.”

The treatment room was already equipped with the basics they needed, Irene moved with practiced efficiency, setting up the betrostimulation equipment and preparing the therapeutic bath with the specialized solution.

Her touch was professional yet tender as she worked, each movement precise but filled with care. She positioned the electrodes with expert hands, monitoring his responses with both clinical precision and personal concern.

When the treatment concluded, Irene began packing away the equipment. Adam caught her wrist gently.

“Stay with me a while? His voice was quiet, almost vulnerable–a side of himself he showed to no one else.

Irene smiled softly. “I was planning to.” She settled beside him on the edge of the bed, their fingers naturally intertwining.

They talked about the future–not just the institute, but their shared vision of what might be. Dreams and plans flowed between them, punctuated by comfortable silences and occasional laughter.

Outside, the storm grew fiercer. A particularly violent lightning strike illuminated the entire room in stark white light, followed almost immediately by a deafening crack of thunder that seemed to shake the building’s foundation.

Irene jumped slightly, instinctively moving closer to Adam.

“Sounds like we’re in for a rough night,” she murmured, glancing toward the windows where rain lashed against the glass with

increasing fury.

As she rose to return to her assigned room, Adam’s fingers closed gently around her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice a smooth blend of authority and warmth.

Irene gestured vaguely toward the door. “To my room. I should let you rest.”

Adam’s lips curved into a slight smile. “In this storm? I don’t think so.” His thumb traced small circles on the inside of her wrist. “The thunder’s only going to get worse.”

“I’m not afraid of a little thunder,” Irene replied, though another crash made her shoulders tense.

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