I Gave Birth to a Baby at 79, and My Children Took Me to Court to Have Me Declared Incompetent. But When the Judge Asked Who the Father Was, the Courtroom Door Opened…

Todor stood.

His cane tapped against the floor.

“Your Honor, may I say something?”

The judge nodded.

Todor turned toward Silvia and Mikhail.

“I don’t expect you to understand everything today. And I don’t expect you to forgive me for appearing out of your mother’s past. But I want you to know this: I’m not here for Elena’s money. I have my own resources. I have a home. I have a family, small as it may be. I have prepared everything necessary so that Emilia will be protected if something happens to Elena or me.”

Mikhail laughed bitterly.

“So you planned everything.”

“Yes,” Todor said. “Because contrary to what you think, we are not two confused old people. We are people who made a decision.”

He took an envelope from his briefcase.

“This is a letter I wrote for Emilia. There are also documents for a trust fund, education, healthcare, and guardianship. We haven’t left anything to chance.”