IN BETWEEN TWO LIVES; THE BARON'S HEIR

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

In the aging, dilapidated house of Victor Mel Santos Clara, the sun's faint rays filtered through cracked windows, casting patches of light across the worn-out wooden floor.

Victor had chosen not to relocate to another house with his mother because he didn't want her to suspect anything concerning his identity.

Apart from her, he didn't want the neighbors, his friends and acquaintances of hers to raise eyebrows.

He wanted everything on the low.

However despite the house's humble state which was a facade, it was still Victor's home, a place filled with memories and the comforting aroma of his mother's traditional cooking.

On this particular morning, Victor found himself in the kitchen, doing his best to tidy up the clutter that had accumulated over time.

His mother had left for school early and he didn't have any lectures today however he felt it was his responsibility to maintain some sense of order.

The rusty sink struggled to drain water, and the old cupboards creaked as he open