After my wife d!ed, I rejected her son because he wasn’t mine

Finally, I took a deep breath.

—How… how can I fix it?

Ethan sighed.
“He can’t. But he can listen. There’s something he needs to know.”

He approached the desk and took out a sealed folder.
Inside was a yellowed envelope.
“My mother gave me this before she died. I never opened it until recently.”

My hands trembled when he opened it.
Inside was a medical document.

A paternity test.
My name. His name.
Result: 99.8% compatibility.

The world stopped.

“No…” I stammered, my throat tight. “It can’t be.”

Ethan looked at him without resentment.
“He is. You were my father. And Mom knew it. She never wanted to say anything because she was afraid I’d leave her.”