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– Seven Years Later

The morning sky over the elite De Santos estate looked bright. Light blue and white balloons decorated the courtyard of the grand mansion. Cheerful music echoed from the back garden, where a small stage stood with large letters that read: “Happy 6th Birthday, Diego Michiels De Santos.”

Diego ran around with a little superhero cape on his shoulders, his laughter filling the air.

“Daddy! Look! I can fly!” he shouted, raising his hands high.

Leon, who stood not far away, smiled faintly. He was dressed neatly in a casual outfit — a dark blue shirt and black trousers. His gaze softened as he watched his...