“Sofia,” she whispered.
“My name is Damian,” he said gently. “Does it hurt a lot?”
She nodded, tears spilling freely.
Damian stood and turned back to the desk. “She will be seen immediately. By the best pediatrician you have. If that doesn’t happen within the next five minutes, I will personally ensure this hospital answers for it.”
Marta rushed to the phone, her hands shaking.
Damian returned to Sofia’s side. “Have you eaten today?”
She shook her head. “Not in a long time.”
Something tightened in Damian’s chest.
Minutes later, Sofia was admitted. Tests revealed severe dehydration, malnutrition, and a serious intestinal infection. She was hospitalized immediately.
Damian covered every expense without hesitation.
As Sofia slept under medication, Damian noticed the tarnished silver medallion around her neck—a fleur-de-lis etched into its surface. A memory struck him like lightning.
His sister Elena.
She had worn the same symbol.
Elena had vanished over twenty years ago after a violent family dispute over an inheritance. The family assumed she was gone forever.
The next morning, Damian asked Sofia about her mother.
“She was named Elena,” Sofia said quietly. “She said the flower was our family sign.”
The truth crystallized.
Sofia was Elena’s daughter.
Which meant she was a Luján.
And the rightful heir to an enormous fortune that had been quietly stolen.
Damian launched an investigation. DNA tests confirmed the relationship. Private records uncovered the original will—deliberately hidden by his cousins, the Vargas Lujáns—naming Elena and her descendants as beneficiaries.
The confrontation was inevitable.
In a sleek conference room overlooking the city, Damian presented Sofia’s existence, the DNA results, and the original will. His relatives reacted with outrage and denial, but the evidence was overwhelming.
The case went to court.
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