Everyone gasped.

Victor Ashford lunged forward, terrified his daughter would fall.

But Emily didn’t.

Her legs trembled violently inside the tub.
Her breathing became shallow.

Yet somehow…

she remained standing.

Tears instantly flooded Victor’s eyes.

“No… no, this isn’t possible…”

For two years he had spent millions searching for a cure.
The best doctors.
The best hospitals.
Experimental treatments.

Nothing worked.

And now a homeless child had done what none of them could.

Emily looked down at her own legs in horror.

“I can feel them…” she whispered.

The boy stepped back nervously as security surrounded him.

“I swear, sir, I didn’t do anything bad…”

Victor suddenly turned toward him.

“What’s your name?”

The boy hesitated.

“Daniel.”

“Who sent you here?”

“No one.”

Victor narrowed his eyes.

Security had checked every employee.
Every visitor.
Every delivery.

Nobody could explain how Daniel entered the estate.

Then one elderly maid near the stairs suddenly dropped the silver tray she was holding.

It shattered across the marble.

Her face had gone completely pale.

Victor looked at her sharply.

“What is it?”

The old woman stared at Daniel like she had seen a ghost.

“That boy…” she whispered.
“He looks exactly like—”

She stopped herself too late.

Victor’s face darkened instantly.

“Like who?”

The maid’s hands shook.

“Sir… twenty years ago… before your wife died…”

Daniel slowly looked up.

Confused.

Victor’s breathing became uneven.

The old maid pointed toward the boy’s neck.

“There…”

Daniel touched the chain hidden beneath his shirt.

A silver necklace.

Victor went white the second he saw it.

Because only one person in the world owned that necklace before.

His dead wife.

Emily stared between them.

“Dad… why do you look scared?”

Victor’s voice broke into a whisper.

“…because that necklace was buried with your mother.”