AGT 2024: Talented prodigy with World-Class Performance SHOCKS JUDGES and Leaves Audience Stunned

AGT 2024: Talented prodigy with World-Class Performance SHOCKS JUDGES and Leaves Audience Stunned

AGT 2024: Talented prodigy with World-Class Performance SHOCKS JUDGES and Leaves Audience Stunned

Simon Cowell was joined by a very special guest at a recent taping of America’s Got Talent.

On Tuesday, Sept. 3, the judge, 64, was photographed with his 10-year-old son Eric and his fiancée Lauren Silverman, 47, as the family of three walked the red carpet ahead of the live taping of the quarterfinals of AGT.

Cowell could be seen standing behind his son, putting his hands on his shoulders as the two smiled together. The proud dad opted for a gray T-shirt and jeans, while his son wore a white T-shirt and jeans. Silverman held her son’s arm and posed in a leopard-print jacket and black pants.

The father-son duo also posed for a sweet solo shot together, where Cowell put his arms around his son and held his sunglasses.

Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE’s free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer​​, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories.Simon Cowell, Eric Cowell and Lauren Silverman at the “America’s Got Talent” Season 19 quarterfinals 4 held at Hotel Dena, Pasadena Los Angeles on September 3, 2024 in Pasadena, California. Gilbert Flores/Variety via Getty

Simon Cowell Says Son Eric ‘Without Question’ Saved Him After Death of His Parents: ‘Made Me Happy Again’

Back in June, Cowell opened up about how his son Eric saved him after both of his parents died.

Speaking on an episode of The Diary Of A CEO podcast released on June 10, Cowell shared how his son saved him during a dark period amid the loss of his parents, Julie and Eric, and his life being consumed by work. Cowell’s father Eric, whom his son was named after, died in 1999, while his mother Julie died 16 years later.

“I think particularly when I lost my mum, I was on a downward spiral at that point,” said the music industry executive. “I lost everyone, you know, I’ve lost my parents. It’s finality now. What I said about the material things I’ve got, everything just meant nothing at that point.”

But the TV personality said when he heard that his fiancé, whom he has been dating since 2004, was pregnant with their first child, it turned everything around.

My husband wanted a divorce because I couldn’t give him a son. What happened next changed our lives forever.

Marriage had always been a partnership of love and support, or at least that’s what I believed when Steve and I first tied the knot 16 years ago. Over time, we were blessed with five beautiful daughters, each one a joy and a challenge in her own way. Yet, in Steve’s eyes, our family lacked something crucial: a son.

Steve’s desire for a male heir became an obsession, overshadowing every happy moment we had. His traditional mindset dictated that a man’s legacy could only be carried on by a son, and our daughters, no matter how wonderful, were seen as inadequate. This belief had eaten away at the fabric of our marriage, turning our once joyous union into a battleground of unmet expectations and silent resentment.

Steve’s job kept him away most of the time, leaving me to juggle the responsibilities of raising our daughters, maintaining the household, and managing a part-time online job. His absence wasn’t just physical; it was emotional too. He was a shadow in our home, present yet distant, and his discontent seeped into every corner of our lives.

The Breaking Point
One late night, a seemingly innocent conversation spiraled into a full-blown argument. I had suggested trying one more time for a son, even though I was already forty. Steve’s response was brutal and laced with years of pent-up frustration.

“Shut up already,” he snapped. “We’ve been together for 16 years and you couldn’t bring me a son. What makes you think you will do it this time?”

I tried to reason with him, “But Steve, only God…”

“ONLY GOD DECIDED TO PUNISH ME WITH YOU AND ANOTHER 5 FEMALES,” he yelled, his face contorted with anger. “I wish I could go back in time and change everything.”

The venom in his words was palpable, and it stung more than any physical blow could. Our daughters, our life together, everything we had built was being torn down in this moment of raw emotion. Suddenly, we heard a noise behind the door. When we checked, there was no one there, and we dismissed it as the creaking of an old house. Little did we know, that sound was a harbinger of the events that would soon unfold.

The Missing Child
The next day, our lives took an unexpected turn. It was 6 pm, and Lisa, our 12-year-old, was always home by this time. Panic set in when she didn’t show up. As worry gnawed at us, Sara, our second-born, came running with tears streaming down her face, clutching a letter.

Steve snatched the letter from her hand and began reading. His face went ashen, his eyes widened with fear. He turned to me, his voice trembling, “This is serious.”

The letter was a ransom note. It claimed that Lisa had been kidnapped and demanded an exorbitant amount of money for her safe return. The instructions were clear: no police, no tricks, or we’d never see her again.

The Race Against Time
Our world was shattered. The next hours were a blur of frantic phone calls, desperate plans, and heart-wrenching decisions. Steve, usually stoic and composed, was a mess. His obsession with having a son seemed insignificant now compared to the possibility of losing his daughter.

The experience taught us that the value of family isn’t determined by gender but by the love, respect, and support we give each other. Steve learned to cherish his daughters and our marriage, realizing that true happiness comes from within and is nurtured by the bonds we share.

Our lives were forever changed by that harrowing experience, but it also brought us closer, forging a stronger, more resilient family. The past year had been incredibly tough, but it led to a new beginning, one where we could all be truly happy together.

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