By late afternoon, the quiet room was filled with warm yellow sunlight.
Leo had completed two more successful feedings without any difficulty at all.
The hospital staff walked past the room with looks of genuine wonder.
Arthur sat near the bed, carefully reading through a thick legal folder.
The folder contained documents regarding his late mother's large family estate.
Clara brought in a fresh glass of cold water for the father.
Nurse Clara: You look like you have heavy things on your mind.
Arthur: My family business has been under immense pressure lately, Clara.
Nurse Clara: Stress has a sneaky way of affecting even unborn children.
Arthur looked up from the papers with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He explained how his stepmother had tried to claim the inheritance.
She claimed Arthur was not capable of raising a child on his own.
She had used Leo's feeding struggles as proof of Arthur's incompetence.
She was planning to file for full custody of the baby tomorrow.
Arthur: She wanted the doctors to declare him permanently unwell today.
Nurse Clara: That is why she insisted on bringing so many specialists in!
Clara remembered the loud woman who visited the room yesterday morning.
The stepmother had brought noisy lawyers right inside the quiet nursery.
She had insisted on continuous testing, keeping the baby constantly terrified.
Clara felt a sharp spike of anger rise within her gentle chest.
The baby's life had been used as a pawn for wealth.
Nurse Clara: Her endless chaos was keeping this innocent baby frightened.
Arthur: She thought I would break down and sign the trust over.
Arthur held the legal custody paper with steady and determined hands.
He now had written proof from Doctor Vance that Leo was healthy.
The feeding breakthrough proved that the child only needed calm love.
Arthur looked at his sleeping son with newfound strength in his eyes.
He knew he had to protect his child from his greedy stepmother.
Arthur: I am calling my divorce lawyer and estate attorney right now.
Nurse Clara: Stand tall for your son, Arthur; he needs your voice.
Arthur stepped onto the private balcony to make the crucial call.
Clara stood guard beside the wooden bassinet with a protective heart.