“Dona Marlene,” Camila replied. “She’s already passed away. We lived in a small town in Bahia. Before she died, she told me that she found me lost and took me away because, according to her, no one showed up at that moment… And she was afraid that someone would hurt me. He said he tried to look for my family for a while, but he was poor, he didn’t know where to start, and then he got sick. I grew up thinking I was her daughter.
Thick tears began to flow down Dona Isabela’s face.
For the first time in decades, no one saw the feared businesswoman there.
Just a mother.
She got one step closer.
“Your date of birth… Do you know what it is?
Camila nodded, still nervous.
“It’s the date she put on my documents. But… She confessed to me, shortly before she died, that she was not sure. He said that I looked about four or five years old when he met me.
Dona Isabela closed her eyes.
Livia had disappeared at exactly four years old.
One of the guests, a doctor and family friend, approached carefully.
“Isabela… this can be confirmed with DNA testing.
The entire mansion seemed to breathe again at the same time.
Dona Isabela opened her eyes again, now flooded with hope and dread.
“Yes,” he whispered. Then he looked at Camila, almost begging. “I know this must all be scary. But… Please. Take the exam. If there is a chance, no matter how small…
Camila was crying too.
Not because she understood everything, but because, for the first time in her life, someone looked at her as if she were precious.
“I do,” he replied, his voice breaking.
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