One second.
Before anyone could react, the livestream went LIVE.
The boy wrapped his arms around Daniel’s leg.
And with the microphone broadcasting to 3.2 million viewers worldwide, he whispered:
“Daddy…?”
The room exploded.
The host choked on her greeting.
Staff panicked.
The comment section went feral.
“WHO IS THAT CHILD?”
“IS THIS REAL?”
“WARD HAS A SECRET SON???”
Daniel’s world tilted.
The lights felt blinding.
The cameras were too close.
Too loud.
He looked down into the boy’s eyes.
Eyes the exact same grey as his.
Same shape.
Same way they curved when worried.
His heartbeat stopped.
Emma reached the stage, breathless, tears streaking her face.
“Liam—sweetheart—come here, please—”
But the little boy clung harder.
“I found you, Mama. I told you it was him.”
Emma’s face crumpled. “Liam, baby… I’m sorry.”
Daniel’s voice cracked. “Emma… is he—?”
She couldn’t answer.
Her silence was louder than any yes.
Security swarmed, trying to protect the child from the cameras. Producers screamed:
“CUT THE FEED—CUT THE FEED NOW!”
But millions had already witnessed it.
Her son.
His son.
Live.
Daniel knelt slowly, voice shaking.
“Liam… how old are you?”
“Seven,” the boy said proudly. Then, softer:
“Mom said you used to love her.”