"My name is Mr. X," he continued. "If you are seeing this message, it means the key has found its way to you. My daughter."
The word hit her like a blow, leaving her stunned and speechless. She stared at the figure, her hands trembling as the realization washed over her. My daughter?
The man's expression softened, almost as if he could see her reaction. "I know you must be surprised. The only regret I have is not being with you as you grow up. I know you probably hate me, and think abandoned you. But it is for a good cause."
Isabelle's breath hitched, and she clutched her chest. "You… you're my father?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
