“My God, this is too much to take in,” Jordan muttered, the weight of Denis’s words sinking in. He could feel a storm of emotions swirling inside him—grief, anger, disbelief, and confusion. His heart raced as the puzzle pieces of his life with Kyra slowly fell into place, revealing a different, painful picture than the one he’d lived in.

Denis stood by the window, looking out at the overcast sky. “I failed my daughter, Mr. Fox,” he said, his voice cracking. “And I failed you, too. I should have found her sooner. I should have been there. But now…now I want to at least be here for my grandchildren. They’re all I have left of her.”

Jordan sank into the nearest chair, his head in his hands. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been living a lie, raising these boys, believing they were mine. But at the same time, I’ve loved them like they were my own. I can’t just hand them over, even if… even if what you’re saying is true.”

Denis turned to face Jordan, his eyes pleading. “I don’t want to take them from you. I see now that you love them as much as I do, if not more. But I want to be a part of their lives. I want to help raise them—help you raise them. I can’t change the past, but maybe we can give them a better future.”

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of the babies stirring in their cribs. Jordan’s mind raced, torn between the pain of betrayal and the love he had for his children—his boys, even if they weren’t his by blood.

Finally, he looked up at Denis, his expression one of guarded hope. “If you want to be a part of their lives, we’ll have to figure something out. But know this—I won’t let anyone take them away from me. They’re my children, no matter what.”

Denis nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Fox. That’s all I wanted—to be there for them. For Kyra’s sake…and for yours.”

Jordan stood, feeling the weight of the past few days lifting slightly from his shoulders. It was far from over, but for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope—a chance to build a new, honest life for him and his boys, with their grandfather in the picture.

As Denis quietly left the house, Jordan walked over to the cribs, watching his boys sleep peacefully. He reached down, gently stroking their soft hair, his heart full of love and determination. Whatever the truth, whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain—he would never let go of the family he had built, even if it had been born from a lie.

And in that moment, he made a silent vow: to raise his children with all the love he had, to tell them the truth when the time came, and to never let the mistakes of the past define their future.