Page 124 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

But before I can dial, my screen lights up with an incoming call,

Layla.

My heart stops.

I answer immediately, panic setting in. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Her voice is thick with emotion, but this time, there’s something different in it.

Something like… hope.

“Valentino…”

I can tell she’s holding back tears.

“What is it?” My fingers tighten around the phone.

She exhales, shaky but relieved.

“Mattia is a match.”

I freeze.

Everything around me goes still.

For a moment, I swear I can’t even breathe.

Then, the weight I’ve been carrying for days, the helplessness, the desperation, it all crashes into me at once.

Mattia is a match.

My son has a chance.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my chest tightening as I fight back the sudden, overwhelming rush of emotion.

“Valentino?” Layla’s voice pulls me back.

I swallow, nodding, even though she can’t see me.

“I’m on my way."

Because nothing else matters now. Not the vineyard, not Eva, not even the chaos of the past few weeks.

All that matters is Vincent.

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LAYLA

Mattiaisamatch.

My prayers have finally been answered, and Vincent is on the road to recovery.

The past two weeks have been a blur. The fear that had gripped me so tightly for so long is finally starting to ease, but I’m still afraid to hope too much, to believe that we are truly out of the woods.

With my luck, you never know when something might go wrong again.

Mattia has been visiting every day since the transplant. He has been a constant source of support, something I never expected but am deeply grateful for. Today, as he steps into Vincent’s room, I find myself pulling him aside.

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