Capítulo 137

Inside the massive building of L'empire, more specifically within the presidential office, two individuals, one tall and the other small, sat facing each other, staring intently. On the other hand, Luna stood upright, her gaze fixed on the small child in front of her, as if the child reminded her of someone familiar. His large, innocent black eyes seemed reminiscent of Clarice's, but from another angle, his eyebrows, chin, and proud nose were replicas of Nicholas'.

But, in the end, isn't this boy Edward's son? Why does he resemble Nicholas so much? Did Clarice lie to everyone for the past four years? It was impossible for Nicholas not to ponder over all of this. The two locked eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the boy sigh lightly, and Nicholas couldn't figure out why he sighed, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly, a question mark hanging over his face.

"Sir, you're not my father, are you?" He lifted his head and looked at Nicholas, who then turned to glance at Luna