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After a few days, Fernanda had managed to use her influence to bring Alba to Trials, and then return to Russia; She was a woman who spent her time in meetings and businesses, and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't stay. Although she felt calmer, she was sure that the lawyers were going to get the child back into the hands where he should never have left, into the hands of his father, of that being who had gone days without eating because he did not know the reason for Dante's muteness.

However, while Andrea, Demetrio and Eva were on their way to the courthouse, Amber had gone out to a lab to get the results of the pregnancy test she had taken that morning.

She was nervous as she sat on the bench waiting, her legs were shaking, and her mouth was dry.

"A baby, nineteen-year-old Amber, and not only that, if she doesn't want it?" doubts rolled through her mind painfully, torturing herself for no reason.

"Here are the results, miss," said a girl dressed as a nurse.

Amber took t