They called him Weak, He Became Untouchable

Revelations

Andrea stared at the ownership contract in his hands, his name freshly signed in black ink across the bottom. The numbers were staggering—80% ownership of Mercy General Hospital, making him the majority shareholder overnight.

"With the chairman's shares combined with our acquisition," Maria explained, "you now control eighty percent of this hospital. Sofia Georgiou's ten percent stake means nothing now."

From zero to eighty percent in a single afternoon, Andrea thought, still struggling to process the magnitude of his transformation. This morning I was begging Sofia for basic respect. Now I own the hospital where she threatened to throw out my grandmother.

Maria addressed the remaining staff members who had gathered to witness the spectacle, her voice carrying absolute authority. "Listen carefully. Mr. Konstantinou's true identity is to remain strictly confidential. Anyone who leaks information about the family will face severe consequences. Is that understood?"

A chorus of nervous "Yes, Miss" echoed through the hallway as heads nodded frantically.

"Good," Maria said with satisfaction. "Andrea, shall we go home?"

As they walked toward the elevator, Andrea's mind churned with questions that demanded answers. "Maria, there's something I need to understand. Your attitude toward me... it doesn't feel like how an older sister would treat her younger brother."

Maria's step faltered slightly, but she kept walking. "What do you mean?"

"The way you look at me, the way you speak to me," Andrea continued, studying her profile. "And more importantly, I don't remember having any siblings. My grandmother raised me after my parents died. She never mentioned a sister."

There's something she's not telling me, he realized, watching her carefully controlled expression. The way she protected me, the gentleness mixed with something else...

Maria stopped walking and turned to face him, her expression becoming vulnerable for the first time since he'd met her. "You're very perceptive. You're right—I'm not your biological sister."

"Then who are you?"

"I'm an adopted daughter of the Konstantinou family," she explained, her voice becoming softer. "When I was fifteen, the family took me in from an orphanage. They gave me everything—education, luxury, a future I never could have imagined."

Andrea frowned, trying to piece together the puzzle. "But why—"

"The Konstantinou family adopted three daughters in total," Maria continued. "We were given every comfort, every opportunity, but we each had only one mission: find the lost heir of the Konstantinou family. The son who was kidnapped as a child and disappeared without a trace."

The elevator arrived with a soft ding, and they stepped inside. As the doors closed, Maria's voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

"I've been searching for you for over a decade, Andrea. My mission is finally complete."

Kidnapped as a child, Andrea thought, fragments of buried memories flickering at the edges of his consciousness. The trunk, the darkness, waking up alone and afraid...

The elevator opened to reveal a gleaming black sedan waiting at the hospital's entrance. As they settled into the luxurious interior, Andrea gazed out the window at the city passing by—a city where he had been nobody just hours ago.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Home," Maria replied simply.

Twenty minutes later, the car turned through imposing iron gates topped with the Konstantinou family crest. The estate that unfolded before them made Sofia's villa look like a servants' quarters—sprawling lawns, fountains, a mansion that seemed to stretch endlessly across manicured grounds.

This is a hundred times more luxurious than anything Sofia ever showed me, Andrea marveled, taking in the marble columns and pristine architecture. And she called me a leech living off her family's money.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Maria said, noticing his expression. "Your biological parents are currently overseas on business, but they'll return in one month. There will be an official press conference announcing your identity to the world."

"A press conference?"

"The return of the Konstantinou heir is significant news," Maria explained. "But until then, your identity must remain absolutely confidential. Too many people would try to use this information for their own gain."

Meanwhile, across the city, Sofia sat beside Nikolas hospital bed as a doctor carefully stitched the cut on his palm. Her face was a mask of concern and tenderness as she watched the procedure.

"Does it hurt much?" she asked softly, stroking his hair with gentle fingers.

"It's bearable," Nikolas replied bravely, though he winced for effect. "I just feel terrible that this happened because of me. Maybe I shouldn't have come to the villa."

"Don't say that," Sofia murmured, her voice warm with affection. "You're always welcome in my home."

But even as she comforted Nikolas, Maria's voice kept echoing in her mind—cold, authoritative, completely unimpressed by Sofia's threats. Who was that woman? And why did her voice make me feel so... unsettled?

I've never heard anyone speak to me like that, Sofia thought, her jaw tightening with remembered anger. Like I was some insignificant child. The audacity of it.

The doctor finished the bandaging and left them alone. Sofia forced herself to focus on Nikolas, pushing away the lingering irritation.

"There," she said, examining his wrapped hand. "All better. But I think I was too harsh on Andrea. Maybe I should give him a chance to make amends."

She pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to the hospital administration: Cancel the eviction order for the elderly patient in room 247. Continue her treatment as normal.

He's probably feeling guilty by now, Sofia  thought with satisfaction. Realizing he went too far, scared that I'll really leave him with nothing. He'll dump that woman and come crawling back, just like he always does.

She dialed Andrea's number, expecting to hear his familiar voice full of apology and desperation. Instead, she was greeted by an automated message: "The number you have dialed is not in service."

Sofia frowned, ending the call and trying again. Same message.

"What's wrong?" Nikolas asked, noticing her expression.

"His phone isn't working," Sofia said, irritation creeping into her voice. "Probably turned it off to avoid talking to me. Typical childish behavior."

He's never blocked my calls before, she realized, feeling an unexpected pang of... something. Not hurt, surely. Just annoyance at his stubbornness.

"We should go back to the villa," she decided. "He's probably sulking there, waiting for me to come home so he can apologize properly."

Nikolas' face lit up with an expression of innocent concern. "Sofia, if I've caused problems between you and Andrea, I really should leave. I don't want to ruin your marriage."

Sofia's expression hardened instantly. "Ruin my marriage? Nikolas, you've done nothing wrong. Andrea is just being immature and jealous, like he always is when I show attention to anyone else."

He needs to learn his place, she thought coldly. This tantrum has gone on long enough.

"This time," she continued, her voice taking on a steely edge, "I'm going to teach him a lesson he won't forget. He can't keep acting like a spoiled child every time he doesn't get his way.