The crowd stood frozen.
The mother couldn’t stop crying.
“I never left you,” she whispered.
The homeless boy’s eyes narrowed.
“Then where were you?”
Twenty years of guilt seemed to crash onto her shoulders at once.
“When you were born, there was a fire at the hospital,” she said. “The doctors told me one of my twins had died. They showed me papers. They showed me a tiny blanket. I believed them.”
The homeless boy slowly shook his head.
“Someone lied.”
Before she could answer, an elderly man stepped forward from the crowd.
He had been watching silently.
His face was pale.
“I know what happened.”
Everyone turned toward him.
The man revealed that he had worked at the hospital years ago.
A wealthy businessman had secretly paid employees to take one of the newborn twins.
The child had been sold through an illegal adoption network.
But something went wrong.
The buyers never arrived.
The baby disappeared into the system and eventually ended up alone on the streets.
The mother broke down completely.
Ethan grabbed his brother’s hand.
“You don’t have to be alone anymore.”
The homeless boy looked at him.
For the first time, a small smile appeared.
Then a black luxury limousine suddenly stopped in front of the hotel.
The door opened.
A powerful billionaire stepped out.
The moment he saw the bracelet on the boy’s wrist, his face turned white.
“No…” he whispered.
The crowd stared.
The billionaire looked directly at the homeless child.
And said:
“That’s my son’s bracelet.”
