Chapter 3 - Poisoned Heritage
Leo clung to Clara's navy dress, his small body trembling in relentless waves of shock.
Julian looked down at his son's pale face, noticing faint bruises on his tiny wrists.
"How long was he trapped in there, Clara?" Julian asked, his voice cracking with unbearable guilt.
"Three days, sir," Clara whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "She told us he was visiting his grandmother in Chicago."
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Victoria stood up slowly, smoothing down her burgundy satin gown with unnerving composure.
"He is not your biological son, Julian," Victoria declared, her words falling like ice across the room.
