The Birthmark That Revealed The Son They Buried

Chapter 3 — The Woman Behind The Lie

Victoria did not run because she was afraid.

She ran because she needed time.

Time to destroy evidence.

Time to control the story again.

But this time, Alexander was not the grieving husband who believed every word she said.

He was a father searching for his stolen child.

With Robert's help, Alexander found the doctor who had handled the birth records.

Dr. Samuel Grant.

He was living alone outside the city.

When Alexander showed him the baby's photograph, the old doctor immediately looked away.

"You know something," Alexander said.

The doctor remained silent.

"I lost my son because of you."

The doctor's hands trembled.

"No."

Alexander stepped closer.

"You signed the paper."

The doctor closed his eyes.

"I signed what they forced me to sign."

The truth finally came out.

Victoria had not acted alone.

She had worked with Alexander's younger brother, Richard.

Richard wanted control of the Sterling company.

But as long as Alexander had a firstborn son, Richard would never become the main heir.

So they created a plan.

The baby would disappear.

Alexander would believe his son was dead.

Richard would slowly take control of the company.

And Victoria would become the woman who comforted the grieving father.

The perfect crime.

Except they made one mistake.

They underestimated the maid.

Clara.

When Alexander returned home, he found her looking through old family photographs.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked.

Clara hesitated.

Then answered honestly.

"Because my mother worked here years ago."

Alexander looked surprised.

"She knew Elena."

Clara nodded.

"My mother told me something before she died."

"What?"

Clara looked at the baby.

"She said if the Sterling child ever came back, I had to protect him."

Alexander finally understood.

Clara had not discovered a secret.

She had been waiting for the truth.

But before they could continue, the mansion lights suddenly went out.

A sound came from upstairs.

Someone was inside.

Robert reached for his phone.

Then stopped.

Because a message had appeared.

A photo.

The baby.

Taken only minutes earlier.

Under the picture were four words.

Give him back. Or else.