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(𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕)
"𝐈'm here to confess something" spoke Achilles to the man infront of him.
Alessandro looked at him suspiciously, he wondered what made Achiless so nervous, he was shaking. And why did he email him to be with his family in the living room all together.
"Only five of your sons are here. Where's another one?" Achilles asked.
Lorenzo looked around and saw Arturo missing, he hasn't returned after he left to go somewhere when they were outside the hospital.
"Arturo had some work, you continue" he told him.
Achilles stood at his place, no idea how to start. He was inwardly sobbing, knowing after this he could never get to see his daughter. He was dreading for his daughter
And his wife. He knew its gonna hurt her too much, when she'll find out the only daughter, whom she thought was biological isn't and the fact that she never got to grieve for her child she actually lost. And that she doesn't have her own child, one she can call her own blood. Sure they love Kai too. People can not have kids and they can adopt one, love them the same but surely their heart would still ache to have a child of their own. It's not differentiating between your own child and your adopted child, it's real facts.
He cleared his throat and started speaking, "Twenty years ago, I did a huge mistake"
"Are your for real old man? You are here to admit a mistake that has nothing to do with us?" Spoke Armando.
"Shut up, Arm" Alessandro scolds his child. While Armando just stayed quite after muttering how he hates that name.
Achilles continued, "It does have things to do with you. Twenty years ago both your and my wife gave birth to a kid each—" he signed, "—except, one survived and one didn't"
"Way to dug our wounds" Spoke Armando again but one glare from his father shut him up. While the others just stayed quite as always listening intently to what Achilles had to say.
"Mine survived and yours didn't, or maybe thats what it seemed like" he spoke.
"What do you mean?" Asked Lorenzo.
"When my wife was giving birth, I was here in Italy" he said.
"And?"
"I was in the same hospital where your daughter was born, Maria Cecilia hospital"
