Guests rushed to the exits while reporters flooded the building entrance downstairs.
Ethan’s wife, Victoria, stood frozen beside the table, unable to breathe.
“You know him?” Ethan demanded.
Victoria’s eyes filled with panic.
“No…” she whispered. “That’s impossible.”
But the boy suddenly stopped walking.
Then turned around.
“You should tell him the truth yourself,” he said coldly.
Ethan stepped forward aggressively.
“What truth?!”
The boy pulled another photograph from his pocket.
This one was newer.
And far more dangerous.
It showed Victoria… holding the same child years ago.
Ethan’s stomach dropped.
“What the hell is this?”
Victoria began crying.
“I was trying to protect you…”
“Protect me from WHAT?!”
The boy’s voice cut through the screaming crowd.
“From finding out your brother was my real father.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Ethan looked like he had been shot.
“No…” he whispered.
The boy nodded slowly.
“My mother worked for your family. Your brother got her pregnant… then disappeared after the accident.”
Ethan staggered backward.
The accident.
The same mysterious car crash that killed his brother fifteen years earlier.
Or at least…
That’s what Ethan had always believed.
Then the boy dropped the final bomb.
“He didn’t die in that crash.”
Ethan froze completely.
“What?”
The boy smiled for the first time.
“He’s been alive this entire time.”
Suddenly—
A black SUV stopped outside the restaurant entrance.
The doors opened.
And a man stepped out wearing sunglasses.
The crowd gasped.
Ethan’s face turned ghost white.
Because the man walking toward him…
was his dead brother.
