My brother sent me to the kids’ table at his wedding and whispered, “Don’t ruin the image,” but everything changed when the billionaire boss he wanted to impress sat next to me and shattered his humiliation.

with my baby!”

The doctor looked at her—his eyes full of something heavy… something old.

“Please,” he said softly. “Tell me his name.”

Lucía hesitated.

Then answered:

“Adrián Vega.”

The room went completely silent.

The doctor closed his eyes.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

“…Adrián Vega,” he whispered. “Is my son.”

No one moved.