But before he could say more, his phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen.
He stepped outside.
“Matthias,” the voice growled. “I hear nonsense about you spending Christmas with a maid. You’re making the family a laughingstock. Cut ties immediately, or don’t bother showing your face at the firm again.”
When he returned inside, the noise of laughter had faded. Ana met his eyes. “Bad news?”
He nodded. “My father doesn’t approve.”
“Do you care what he approves of?” she asked quietly.
He looked at Lucia, now fast asleep on the couch with her paper crown slipping sideways, and shook his head. “Not anymore.”
The next morning, Matthias walked into his company’s boardroom. The executives and his father waited. He spoke calmly, every word steady. “If kindness costs me my position, then I’ll gladly pay it.”
His father stared, speechless. For the first time, Matthias saw the old man look small.
When the meeting ended, he left without looking back. The world outside felt sharp and clean, the cold air almost freeing.
That evening, he returned to Glenwood Street. Ana opened the door, her eyes uncertain.