Bringing Emma to his mansion felt like two completely different worlds colliding.
She stopped at the marble entrance, staring at the chandelier and sweeping staircase.
“Wow… you live here?”
For the first time, Victor noticed how cold his house felt. It wasn’t a home. It was a display.
The housekeeper, Diana, appeared, clearly surprised.
“Mr. Alvarez, I didn’t know we had guests.”
“We didn’t,” he said calmly. “But she’s staying.”
In the kitchen, the cook Rosa asked Victor about food allergies as if Emma weren’t present.
“Ask her,” Victor corrected.
“I don’t know what allergies are,” Emma said while eating a sandwich hungrily. “My mom says we shouldn’t waste food.”
The room fell silent.
That night, Victor heard crying.
Emma was curled up in the huge bed.
“I dreamed my mom didn’t come back,” she whispered. “And that my dad takes me away. I don’t want to go with him. He yells a lot.”
Victor sat beside her awkwardly.
Years earlier he had a son, Ethan, but after a divorce they barely spoke anymore. He believed fatherhood was something he had already lost.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
The next day Ana woke up in the hospital and asked to see her daughter.
When Emma hugged her, the love between them filled the room.
Ana cried with embarrassment.
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