From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 256

Later, as I worked my way up in the world and finally had the means, your mother slowly began to recover. I kept hoping she’d get better—really better—before I made any big moves. Last year, when she finally woke up, we spent a whole year getting her health back on track. Only then did I bring her home with me.

Damian Franklin looked lovingly at his daughter, Olivia Bennett. His voice was soft but resolute as he continued, “I’m here today for two reasons, Olivia. First, to claim you as my daughter. Second, to set things right—to find proof, and make sure Mason Bennett pays for what he did all those years ago.”

Olivia’s hands balled into tight fists, her mind a whirlwind of shock and disbelief.

Damian eased himself into the armchair beside her and gently pushed a small silver locket toward her across the coffee table. “Your mother made this for you when you were born. When you were three, it went missing. You cried and cried, so she made you another one, engraved your name on it and everything. But before she could give it to you, the accident happened.”

He paused, his voice thickening with emotion. “Did you know? After the crash, even though she was unconscious, she never let go of the box with your locket inside. She clutched it like it was her lifeline.”

With trembling hands, Olivia picked up the little locket. She ran her fingers over the engraved letters—her name, clear as day—and a single tear slid down her cheek, splashing onto the polished wood.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

All these years, he’d never said a word.

Damian’s eyes filled with regret. “I wanted to. God knows I did. But I was afraid—afraid I’d scare you away, especially with you expecting a baby. I didn’t want to upset you.”

“I thought, maybe if we got to know each other first, I’d find the right time to tell you. Honestly, if it weren’t for tonight’s mess, I probably wouldn’t have told you so soon.”

He glanced at her again, voice catching. “I never expected Beatty to bring you the locket. I showed it to her once, told her the story, but she never reacted. Maybe something about having you close triggered her memory tonight.”

Damian’s voice broke, and his words were raw. “Whatever the reason, I’m so sorry I didn’t find you sooner. If you’re angry or upset with me, I deserve it.”

Olivia stared down, searching for words that wouldn’t come. Her chest ached, her heart squeezed painfully tight, and silent tears kept sliding down her face.

Ethan Carter, sitting quietly beside her, gently wiped away her tears with a soft handkerchief.

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