The heavy steel doors of Delivery Room One stayed tightly closed while the bright red light above them burned like a warning signal in the quiet hallway. Cold air blew through the clean white hospital corridor, but Julian Vance felt hot sweat pouring down his forehead and neck.

The mighty billionaire king of Vance Global could not stand still for a single second.

He paced back and forth across the shiny marble floor, his long legs moving in fast, uneven steps. His expensive black leather shoes clicked loudly against the tiles, echoing off the high walls like a ticking clock. His dark hair, which was always neat and perfectly combed,...