Meanwhile, William Wilson sat alone behind his heavy mahogany desk, the evening city lights glowing softly behind him. His glasses rested low on his nose, and his trembling fingers tightened around a single sheet of paper.
A DNA report.
99.9% match.
His breath escaped him in a shaky whisper.
"Bella… my Bella… my granddaughter…"
The words felt unreal, too enormous to stay inside his chest. For a moment the office spun, not from shock, but from the overwhelming rush of happiness that washed over him like a tidal wave.
He had spent years believing he had lost his own son forever.
He had two boys.
Jasper, the responsible elder one, married, stable, father to three sons who grew up under William's careful guidance, though they were cunning by nature and always coveted his property.
And then Finley.
His second boy.
