The smell of antiseptic and wet wool filled the quiet corridor of Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Christopher walked fast, his heavy leather shoes making no sound against the rubberized floor.

By the following summer, Christopher decided that the glass penthouse in the city, though luxurious, wasn't the right place for four growing children to run, play, and explore.

He purchased a historic, sprawling estate on the shores of Lake Michigan in Evanston. The house was completely renovated with wide hallways, hidden ramps disguised as beautiful oak flooring, accessible gardens, and a large playground overlooking the water.

In the backyard, a large wooden playhouse sat under an ancient oak tree. An accessible ramp wound gently up to the second deck of the playhouse, allowing Madison to wheel herself right to the top where her brothers had set up their "fort."

On a quiet July afternoon, Victoria Sterling visited the estate, bringing a box of ice cream for the kids.

She sat on the back porch with Christopher, watching Tommy, Jake, and Leo engage in a chaotic water gun fight across the green lawn, while Madison sat on the playhouse deck, acting as the "commander" of the water battle, laughing hysterically.

"You look different, Christopher," Victoria remarked, taking a sip of iced tea. "The corporate world misses its most ruthless CEO."

Christopher laughed, leaning back against the porch railing. "Let them miss me. I have much more important acquisitions to manage here."

"Are you ever going back full-time?"