Chapter 8 - The Greatest Wealth
Maxwell crossed the finish line. He didn't come in first place, but as he broke through the ribbon, he threw his hands in the air, a massive, brilliant smile lighting up his face.
Lily tackled him in a massive hug, both of them tumbling onto the soft grass, laughing hysterically.
Richard leaped over the spectator fence, tears streaming freely down his face, and scooped both children into his arms. Martha was right behind him, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.
Later that evening, the Wilson estate was filled with noise for the first time in nearly a year. The massive dining table was covered in pizza boxes, far away from the strict, fancy meals the chef usually prepared.
Lily was drawing a new superhero on a napkin. Maxwell was showing Martha how his knee joints locked and unlocked.
Richard stood in the doorway, watching them. His heart, which had been frozen solid since the rainy highway accident, was finally beating again. He realized that all his billions, his companies, and his power could only buy metal and doctors.
It took a barefoot girl with nothing but a kind heart to teach a broken boy how to walk, and a broken billionaire how to love again.
Maxwell looked up from the table, catching his father's eye.
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"Dad," Maxwell said, grinning. "Lily says my superhero name should be Titanium. What do you think?"
Richard smiled, stepping into the warmth of the room. "I think," he said softly, "it's absolutely perfect."
