Daniel's room was filled with tension as he revealed a shocking secret to his son Alex. ''Alex, meet your elder brother Andrew Wilson and his wife Scarlett Vos,'' he said, his voice trembling.
Alex's eyes widened in disbelief. ''What, Dad? I have an elder brother? Why didn't you tell me?'' he asked, his mind racing with questions.
Daniel sighed, his eyes cast downward in regret. ''I know, son. I'm sorry. Andrew was abroad when your mother, Fiona, passed away. He stayed abroad, and I didn't have the chance to tell you about him.''
Alex's gaze shifted to Andrew, who stood tall and proud, a warm smile on his face. ''Hello, Alex. Nice to meet you,'' Andrew said, his voice deep and reassuring.
Alex nodded, still trying to process this new information. ''Nice to meet you too, Brother,'' he replied, his voice laced with curiosity.
Andrew stepped forward, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. ''I know you're studying business management, Alex. I'd be happy to help you in any way I can. I've had experience in the field, and I'm confident I can guide you.''
Alex nodded gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. ''Of course, Brother. I'd appreciate that.''
His gaze shifted to the woman standing behind Andrew, her piercing green eyes and long, curly hair making her a stunning beauty. ''And who is this lovely lady?'' Alex asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Andrew chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ''This is my wife, Scarlett Vos. She's a brilliant doctor, and she's come here to help with Dad's treatment.''
Alex's eyes widened in surprise. ''Scarlett Vos? The famous cardiothoracic surgeon?'' he asked, his voice laced with awe.
Scarlett smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. ''The one and only,'' she replied, her voice husky and confident.
Alex's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Scarlett in disbelief. ''What did you say? You're Scarlett Vos?'' he asked, his voice laced with incredulity.
Scarlett's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ''Yes, I am. Is something wrong with my name, Alex?'' she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Alex's mind raced as he tried to process this revelation. ''No, nothing's wrong with your name...but aren't you...dead?'' he stammered, his eyes scanning her face as if searching for a ghost.
Scarlett's expression changed from confusion to shock, her eyes widening in surprise. ''Dead? What are you talking about, Alex?'' she asked, her voice laced with alarm.
Alex's words tumbled out in a rush. ''Your family's been looking for you for years! They thought you were dead! How...how is this possible?''
Scarlett's face paled, her eyes filling with tears. ''Oh, my family...I've been so disconnected from them. I didn't know they thought I was dead,'' she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
Alex's heart went out to her, and he quickly scribbled down an address on a piece of paper. ''Here, this is your family's address. They'll be overjoyed to see you,'' he said, his voice filled with empathy.
Scarlett's eyes shone with gratitude as she took the paper from him. ''Thank you so much, Alex. Thank you for reuniting me with my family,'' she said, her voice choked with emotion.
Andrew stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern. ''Honey, let's go see your family. We'll be back soon, Dad, Alex,'' he said, his voice reassuring.
Daniel nodded, a small smile on his face. ''Alright, son. Go reunite Scarlett with her family. We'll be here when you get back.''
As Andrew and Scarlett left the mansion, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the unexpected turn of events. Little did he know that this was just the beginning of a journey that would change their lives forever.
Betty's voice was filled with excitement as she answered the phone. ''Hello, Alex! I need to talk to you about something.''
Alex's voice was laced with concern. ''What's wrong, Betty? Did Sophia give you a hard time again?''
But Betty's response was cryptic. ''No, I'm alright. But is your dad at home? And is Aunt Grace there too?''
Alex's curiosity was piqued. ''Yeah, Dad's at home. But Aunt Grace is not. What's going on, Betty?''
Betty's voice was firm. ''I'll be there. I need to see your dad.''
Before Alex could respond, Betty had hung up the phone. He shrugged, wondering what was going on.
Meanwhile, at Betty's house, she was pacing back and forth in her living room, her eyes fixed on a woman who looked uncannily like Alex's mother, Fiona.
''Aunt Fiona, are you okay?'' Betty asked, her voice filled with concern.
Fiona's eyes were filled with a deep sadness. ''I'm fine, Betty. But I need to see Daniel. And my sons, Andrew and Alex.''
Betty's eyes widened in surprise. ''You mean...you're alive?''
Fiona nodded, a small smile on her face. ''Yes, I am. And I need to see my family.''
Without another word, Betty grabbed her keys and led Fiona out of the house. They drove to the mansion, Betty's heart racing with excitement.
When they arrived, Daniel was sitting in his armchair, looking tired and worn out. But as soon as he saw Fiona, his eyes widened in shock.
''F... Fiona?'' he stammered, his voice barely audible. ''Am I dreaming?''
Betty smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. ''No, Uncle Daniel. This is Aunt Fiona. She's alive!''
Fiona rushed forward, her arms opening wide. ''Daniel, my love! I'm home!''
Daniel's face crumpled as he embraced Fiona, tears streaming down his face. ''I missed you so much, Fiona. I thought I'd never see you again.''
Fiona's voice was filled with emotion. ''I'm sorry, Daniel. I know I've been gone for so long. But I'm back now. And I want to see my sons.''
Daniel's eyes lit up with hope. ''Andrew and Alex? They're here! They're waiting for you!''
As Fiona hugged Daniel tightly, Betty couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and wonder. She had reunited with a family, and nothing could be more special than that.
Fiona's eyes scanned the room, her gaze finally landing on Alex. ''Alex! My baby!'' she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion.
Alex's eyes widened in shock as he stared at his mother, his mind struggling to process this miraculous reunion. "Mom...hi," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.