The words shattered him. Guilt became physical pain. Tears — foreign and long forgotten — filled his eyes. Even in death, Anna had left him not bitterness, but trust.
Victor arranged Anna’s funeral himself. It was modest, but dignified. Lucas stood beside him, holding his hand — a quiet connection forming between them.
Afterward, Victor brought Lucas to his mansion. The staff were stunned but silent. Lucas looked around in wonder — not greed, only curiosity.
“This is your home now,” Victor said. “And this is your room.”
The room was filled with toys, books, fresh clothes, a soft bed.
“Thank you… Dad,” Lucas whispered.
The word struck Victor deeper than any business triumph ever had.
Revealing Lucas publicly caused a storm. Victor’s lawyers and advisors scrambled as headlines exploded: “Tycoon’s Secret Son,” “Hidden Heir Discovered.”
But Victor faced the cameras calmly.
“Lucas is my son,” he declared at a press conference, the boy at his side. “I made mistakes. I won’t make them again. He comes first.”
And he meant it.