Inside were legal documents—old signatures, hidden transfers, and a single photograph.
Sebastian saw it first.
His face drained of color completely.
It was Adrian Vale holding a child in his arms.
The same boy.
The crowd erupted in whispers, phones shaking, cameras zooming in.
Sebastian stepped forward. “This is forged. It has to be.”
The boy looked up at him for the first time.
“No,” he said. “You just weren’t supposed to find me.”
He placed the documents on the velvet box like he’d done it before.
The woman in emerald whispered, terrified now, “He was hidden… after the will was changed.”
Sebastian’s voice cracked. “What do you want?”
The boy’s answer was calm.
“Nothing you can give back.”
A long silence followed.
Then the velvet box clicked shut on its own.
