Chapter 210

Carl truly looked like Gabriel. Anyone who did not know them well would easily mistake one for the other. They shared the same sharp features, the same strong jawline, and the same commanding presence. But when one looked closely, the differences appeared. Cart’s hair was lighter, his eyes softer, and his smile came easier. Gabriel was taller, broader, and carried the weight of responsibility in every step he took.

Because of these small details, it was always easy for those who knew them well to tell the brothers apart.

But the man standing at the door was neither Carl nor Gabriel.

Still, at first glance, anyone would swear he was Gabriel Wyndham.

He had the same dark hair, the same sharp eyes, and the same quiet strength in his posture. Even the way he stood straight, alert, and guarded-was exactly how Gabriel stood. The resemblance was so strong it made everyone freeze in shock.

John felt his knees weaken.

His heart pounded loudly in his chest as his vision blurred.

Tears filled his eyes before he even realized it was happening. He had imagined this face in his dreams and nightmares for weeks. He had prayed for it, mourned it, and buried it deep in his heart.Gladys gasped loudly, her hands flying to her mouth. She. felt like the world had stopped spinning. Diana stood frozen beside her, unable to move, unable to speak. Her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing.

This was not possible.

And yet… it was.

It was a miracle.

“‘U…Uriel?” John whispered, his voice breaking. “Is that really you, my son?”

His feet moved on their own, carrying him closer to the man. John was afraid that if he moved too fast, the vision would disappear like smoke.

The man standing at the door looked tired. His face carried scars—not all visible, but deeply written into his eyes. Those were eyes that had seen pain, hunger, betrayal, and survival. He did not look like someone who had lived a life of comfort. He had not known luxury or safety.

Yet, despite everything, he looked exactly like Gabriel.

“I presume…” the man said slowly, his voice calm but cautious,”.

‘..that this is my family.”

John let out a broken chuckle through his tears. The bluntness, the guarded tone—it was so familiar. He wiped his face roughly with his hands.”Yes,” John said softly. “Yes, we are.”

Gladys could not hold herself back any longer.

“My son,” she cried, her voice shaking. “You are my lost son. I am Gladys… your mother.”

She stepped forward, her legs trembling. The moment she reached him, her arms wrapped tightly around his body.

Her entire body shook as she sobbed into his chest.

Uriel stiffened at first. He did not know this warmth. He did not know this kind of love. But slowly, uncertainly, his hands came up and rested against her back.

John stood beside them, tears flowing freely down his face. He did not try to hide them. From that moment he learnt that he had another son. He had lived with regret, guilt, and pain. He had lost one son without even holding him. He had nearly lost another.

Now Carl was alive.

And Uriel was standing right in front of him.

Alive.

What more could a man ask from God?

His heart overflowed with gratitude. The suffering, the fear, the endless nights—it all finally meant something.

Gladys had no reason to cry in pain anymore. This was their reward.The Wyndham mansion slowly returned to life.

Laughter echoed again in its halls. Light returned to the rooms that had been dark for too long. The family breathed easier now, knowing that the storm had finally passed.

Uriel, as instructed by his father, went to the police station to give his statement. He spoke honestly. Every word he said filled in missing pieces of a painful puzzle.

He explained that he grew up believing Adrian was his real father. He talked about how Adrian introduced him to gambling at a young age, how it slowly ruined his life. He spoke about debts, bad deals he had engaged in.

He explained how Adrian abandoned him during a shady deal gone wrong, leaving him to rot in jail without help.

When he was released, Stephen’s men kidnapped him.

That was when he learned the truth about his real family.

But before he could process it, he was beaten badly until he passed out. They dumped him somewhere, assuming he was dead.

But he survived.

One of Stephen’s men came back for him. That man—out of guilt or mercy-saved his life and helped him escape.

Uriel did not hide anything.+20 Bonus

He told his family how cruel Adrian had been. How he was never protected, never guided and never loved.

John listened to everything with a heavy heart, yet full of gratitude. Uriel was broken, yes. But he was alive. Time would heal him. Love would rebuild him.

Time was the best healer.

Landon, surprisingly, became the closest to Uriel. He stayed by his side, showing him around, helping him adjust. Landon was not a man of many smiles. He was reserved, quiet, and often preferred his own company.

Byt he did not let Uriel be alone.

***

Carl was still recovering in the hospital.

His condition had stabilized, and he was moved into a private ward—one of the Wyndham family suites. The room was large. It was a Suite. A luxurious one.

When Uriel walked in, Carl felt his chest tighten.

This was real.

His brother stood before him in flesh and blood.

“I thought we lost you,” Carl said softly, his voice cracking.

Uriel frowned slightly. “Carl, you shouldn’t be crying,” he said. “You are a man.”Landon laughed loudly. “Ignore him. Carl is just being a baby.”

Carl rolled his eyes. “I don’t know about you, but l am touched. He survived.”

“Stop it,” Uriel said, shaking his head. “You sound like a child.”

“That’s enough,” John said firmly. “Let your brother rest.

He still has to resume office.”

Carl’s eyes widened. “Office?” he asked in shock. “There is no way I’m going back there.”

Landon snorted, and John chuckled.

“I honestly don’t know how Gabriel survived in that office,” Carl added. “That man must be a genius.”

Laughter filled the room.

“I am an actor, father,” Carl said seriously. “That is my real work. My agency has new deals waiting for me.”

Silence fell.

John’s face tightened. His plans were falling apart.

“Well,” Uriel said calmly, “if Carl doesn’t want office work, I don’t blame him. I’m not cut out for that either. I’m more practical.”

All eyes turned to him.John’s face went pale.

Just then, the door opened.

Two familiar figures walked in, and the mood instantly changed again.