Chapter 6 - Stepping forward through the heavy silence of the gala hall while the confused father tries to comprehend the impossible truth standing right before his eyes.
Ethan bypassed his stunned fiancée, walking slowly across the scattered shards of crystal toward where Clara and Leo stood.
He knelt down on one knee, ignoring the champagne splashing onto the hem of his expensive trousers from the broken glasses.
His hazel eyes scanned Leo's face, tracing the familiar curve of the boy's jaw and the shape of his short brown hair.
"Leo..." Ethan whispered, his hand trembling as he reached out toward his son for the very first time in five years.
Leo shrank back slightly, hiding behind Clara's burgundy apron, his emotional restraint holding on by a thread.
"He's your father, sweetheart," Clara told the boy softly, her voice steady despite the overwhelming trauma of the moment.
Ethan looked up at Clara, tears finally shimmering in the corners of his eyes as the immense guilt crushed his soul.
"How did you survive? How did you keep him hidden from them all this time?" Ethan asked, his voice breaking with emotion.
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"We lived in the shadows, Ethan, running from lawyers, private investigators, and men sent by your own family," Clara answered.
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