“Isn’t that my son? He’s just my copy. Don’t deny it.”
“Of course, in what way, I wonder?”—I sneer, dying of terror. “To make my child be born, we at least have to have been acquainted for no less than six years. You’re an adult man, and you don’t know even the elementary things—”
Because if this unscrupulous scoundrel digs a little deeper into the past, I’ll lose my boy. He’s the father, and I…
“I don’t know how you pulled off this scam. But trust me, I’ll find out how it happened, doll. What’s mine by right, I’ll take—and you I’ll punish…”
So what? Do you agree to my rules of the game? I didn’t get an estate or a bank account as an inheritance—I got a little boy, for whom I’m ready to give my life. Five years ago my mother died in childbirth, leaving me the biggest treasure. She kept the father’s name a secret. But what’s hidden sooner or later becomes clear.