Chapter Three: The Truth

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     You and Henrik were driving home, until you had a burning question. "Dad, how do you know Winston?" You asked.
"Vell, I have somezing to tell you."
Henrik began, swallowing deeply and slightly frowning. "I am not your real father."
"What? Then who is? What does that have to do with Winston? Who is my mother?" You ask question after question to the poor doctor.
"Zhe truth is, your mother is dead, I have no idea who your father is, and Winston is your brother." He muttered, hot tears suddenly rolling down his face. "I left your mother for a little bit to use the restroom, she went into some kind of shock vile bleeding out. And ven I returned, she vas... gone from zis world." Henrik finished.
"Dad..."
"No, I don't deserve to be called a father, my name is Henrik Schneeplestein. And your real name is (F/N) (M/N) (L/N)."
"No, Dad, you are my father, you were the one here for me my whole life, and when Mom died, it was an accident, maybe even if you were there, she probably would have still died on your table." You reply solemnly. "And my name is (F/N)
(M/N) Schneeplestein." You finish while grabbing Henrik's free hand that isn't on the wheel.
"Zank you, (Y/N)." Was all your father said before you pulled into your driveway and walked happily into your house, hand in hand.

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