Henry stood in the center of the room, which now smelled fresh with new paint and pine wood. His eyes swept over every corner with the precision of an architect constructing the most important masterpiece of his life.
"I want that white cabinet placed exactly on the far right, aligned with the morning sunlight so Zoey can see her book collection clearly," Henry said, providing meticulous instructions to several of his house staff.
"Yes, sir. We will move it immediately," they replied promptly.
Henry watched his assistants' movements with a glowing face. There was a glimmer of happiness he could not hide, a sharp contrast to the exhausted expression he had carried for the last six months at the hospital. Henry stepped forward slowly, touching the smooth surface of the study desk and gazing at every corner of the walls, ensuring no detail was overlooked or hazardous to his daughter's recovery.
