Part 2: Too Late to Call Him Son
Part 2: Too Late to Call Him Son
"Get the cars ready!"
Victor Sterling's roar shook the mansion.
"Now!"
Within minutes, a convoy of luxury vehicles sped toward the private airport.
No one cared about appearances anymore.
No one cared about dignity.
The Sterling family had only one thought.
Find Elias.
Bring him back.
Before it was too late.
Inside the lead vehicle, Mrs. Sterling clutched her phone with trembling hands.
She had called Elias fifty-three times.
Every call went unanswered.
Fifty-four.
Fifty-five.
Fifty-six.
Nothing.
Each failed call felt like another knife twisting into her heart.
"He'll answer eventually," she whispered.
More to herself than anyone else.
"He has to."
No one replied.
Because deep down, everyone knew the truth.
If they had treated him the way he deserved...
he would have answered on the first ring.
Forty minutes later, the convoy arrived.
The airport was surrounded by security.
Rows of black SUVs stretched across the tarmac.
Helicopters hovered overhead.
News crews crowded behind barricades.
The scene looked less like a family reunion and more like a presidential visit.
Then they saw him.
Elias.
Standing beside the man now confirmed to be his biological father.
Damien Lancaster.
The billionaire known as "The Kingmaker."
The man whose influence reached politicians, judges, and CEOs alike.
Mrs. Sterling immediately burst into tears.
"Elias!"
She ran forward.
A line of security personnel stepped in front of her.
She froze.
"Move," she demanded.
"I am his mother."
The lead bodyguard didn't even blink.
"No."
The single word stunned her.
"You don't understand—"
"We understand perfectly."
His voice remained calm.
"Mr. Lancaster instructed us not to allow strangers to approach his son."
Strangers.
The word landed like a bomb.
Mrs. Sterling staggered backward.
Victor's face darkened.
"Strangers?"
He stepped forward.
"I raised that boy."
The bodyguard looked directly into his eyes.
"Did you?"
Victor couldn't answer.
Because suddenly memories flooded his mind.
The birthdays he missed.
The punishments he allowed.
The accusations he never investigated.
The tears he ignored.
The cries for help he dismissed.
Did he really raise Elias?
Or had he simply housed him?
Across the tarmac, Elias finally noticed them.
For a brief moment, everyone's heart leaped.
Maybe he would come over.
Maybe he would forgive them.
Maybe—
Nothing happened.
Elias merely looked at them.
Expressionless.
As though they were complete strangers.
Then he turned away.
The pain was unbearable.
Mrs. Sterling broke down.
"Elias!"
Her voice cracked.
"Please!"
For the first time since childhood, he stopped.
Slowly.
He looked back.
Hope exploded inside the Sterling family.
Then Elias spoke.
Just six words.
Six words that shattered them completely.
"You lost that right already."
Silence.
No shouting.
No anger.
No hatred.
Just indifference.
And somehow that hurt even more.
Because hatred meant he still cared.
Indifference meant they no longer mattered.
Victor felt his legs weaken.
At that moment Damien Lancaster stepped forward.
The crowd immediately fell silent.
His gaze swept across the Sterling family.
Cold.
Dangerous.
Disgusted.
"For twenty years," he said.
"My family searched for my son."
No one dared interrupt.
"We looked across continents."
His voice hardened.
"We never stopped."
Then his eyes locked onto Victor.
"And when we finally found him..."
The temperature around them seemed to drop.
"...we discovered that the family entrusted with his care had destroyed him."
No one could meet his gaze.
Not one person.
Damien continued.
"My son entered Saint Gabriel at sixteen."
He pulled a folder from an assistant's hand.
Medical records.
Photographs.
Evidence.
The reporters surged forward.
Some gasped.
Others looked horrified.
Bruises.
Burn scars.
Broken bones.
Malnutrition.
Evidence of systematic abuse.
Mrs. Sterling collapsed to her knees.
"No..."
Damien ignored her.
"The doctors say he still wakes up screaming."
The crowd went silent.
"The doctors say he doesn't sleep more than three hours a night."
Victor felt physically sick.
Then came the final blow.
"The doctors say he has permanent damage from what happened there."
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Damien slowly closed the folder.
"If I had found him one year earlier..."
His voice trembled for the first time.
"My son would never have suffered any of this."
The billionaire's eyes turned red.
Not from weakness.
From rage.
A father's rage.
Then he pointed directly at the Sterling family.
"Stay away from him."
The order echoed across the airport.
"If any of you approach my son again without permission..."
His voice became ice.
"...I will make sure you regret it."
Minutes later, Elias boarded the private jet.
The aircraft began moving toward the runway.
The Sterling family stood helplessly behind the barriers.
Watching.
Waiting.
Praying.
Not a single glance came from the window.
Not one.
As the jet disappeared into the clouds, Victor Sterling finally realized something.
They hadn't lost an heir.
They hadn't lost an opportunity.
They had lost a son.
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And this time...
there would be no way to get him back.
