Henry stood up slowly, watching the stranger approach their modest home. Leo looked up, his eyes widening slightly.
Richard stopped at the edge of the porch, lowering his umbrella. He looked at Henry, then down at Leo. “It took me three days to track you down,” Richard said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You left before I could say thank you.”
“Is the baby okay?” Leo asked first, ignoring everything else.
“He’s perfect,” Richard smiled, a genuine, radiant warmth breaking across his face. “We named him Henry Leo Coleman. His mother wants to meet you properly, but I wanted to speak with your grandfather first.”
Richard turned to the older man, extending his hand. “Your grandson saved my world. He saw what the most expensive machines in the country missed because he knew how to look closely.”
Henry smiled warmly, shaking the billionaire’s hand. “The world hides truth in small things, sir. I only taught him how to see it.”
