The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Strange call

"Do you think that's what it is?" The voice quivered slightly, uncertainty weighing heavy in his words. He stood by the window, gazing out at the familiar street below. The fading daylight cast long shadows on the pavement, mirroring the persistent doubts that now clouded his mind. For a moment, he fell into a deep introspection, his brows furrowing as he grappled with the realization that had just been dropped upon him.

The room around him felt cramped and stifling, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotions. He had never allowed himself to contemplate this possibility before, and now it loomed over him like an uninvited guest.

As Stephen searched for answers amidst the silent chaos of his thoughts, he absentmindedly clenched and unclenched his hands. The weight of the truth settled heavily upon him, and a flicker of regret tinged his confession. How had he missed the signs, the subtle hints that now seemed glaringly obvious? The phone lay before him, an object of both connection