That was when I realized their real fear had nothing to do with my health.
They were afraid that the new baby might become one of my legal heirs.
But I said none of this in court.
The judge examined my medical records.
“According to these reports, the pregnancy was carefully monitored by a team of doctors. They also state that you were fully conscious, mentally competent, and understood all the risks.”
“Those doctors were paid,” Mikhail interrupted. “Our mother is a wealthy woman. With her money, she can buy any report she wants.”
The judge gave him a stern look.
“You will speak only when you are asked a question.”
Mikhail fell silent, but I saw him clench his fist.
Then Silvia’s lawyer stood up.
“Mrs. Mileva, is it true that your husband died forty-six years ago?”
“Yes.”
“And that you never remarried after his death?”
“That’s correct.”
“Then how do you explain the birth of this child?”
A murmur swept through the courtroom.
I held Emilia a little tighter.
“I am prepared to explain everything, but only when the other person involved in this story arrives.”
“What other person?” the judge asked.
I looked toward the door.
It was closed.
