Leonardo's POV
The tension in the room was suffocating, and I could feel every pair of eyes burning into me as my rage reached its boiling point.
Camila's voice cut through the thick silence. "What's going on?"
She'd always been aware of the fracture between us. The wounds from her father's remarriage had never truly mended, but was this the moment when everything would finally detonate?
Gregory's confusion was evident as he pressed, "Leonardo, what's happening? Can you explain?"
The room held its breath, waiting for my answer. I locked my cold, venomous stare on Clark and delivered the bombshell: "This man who wears my father's face isn't my real father!"
Shocked faces turned toward Clark, disbelief written across every expression. How could such a thing be possible?
If this man wasn't Clark, then who the hell was he?
