Ricardo stared at her.

“What did you just say?”

Isabella took a deep breath.

“I worked in this house for 16 years,” she said quietly.

“I know every secret.”

She pointed at the boy.

“Ask your brother Daniel where he was the night your wife got pregnant.”

Ricardo slowly turned pale.

Because that night…

he remembered something.

He was in another country on a business trip.

For three long seconds no one spoke.

Then Ricardo whispered:

“…Daniel?”

The boy looked confused.

But the truth had already exploded inside Ricardo’s mind.

The son he had raised for 15 years…

might not be his.

And the maid…

was the only person brave enough to reveal it.