POV: HENRY
The tension grew in the air. I saw some journalists lower their eyes, uncomfortable. Others seemed merely eager for conflict.
I leaned slightly forward, holding the reporter’s gaze with coldness.
“Violet abandoned her own son at the hospital,” I said firmly, feeling the anger rise as I gripped the side of the podium tightly. “She didn’t look back. She took Lauren’s daughter away as if she were an object, while she would have left behind the baby she actually gave birth to. She never cared, never fed, and never showed affection. What kind of mother does that?”
The murmurs intensified. Voices overlapped, reporters whispered among themselves, their gazes growing increasingly curious and skeptical. I knew what they were waiting for. And I also knew what would come next.
“And who is Noah’s biological father?” a younger reporter
POV: LAURENHere is the translated text into American English, keeping it fluid and easy to understand, with corrected punctuation and verb agreement in the past tense, without reducing the text's length:Before I could say anything, Theo threw himself forward, hugging me tightly. I held him close, feeling his small body tremble in my lap. My hands slid down his back, trying to shield him from everything, even though I knew some pains couldn’t be avoided.“But God gave me a new family,” he whispered, clinging to me. “You and Uncle Henry are amazing parents… and now I have Noah and Alice as my siblings. I’m not alone anymore.”“Hey, what about me?” Kate crossed her arms, feigning indignation with a theatrical look. “Did you forget about super Aunt Kate here?”Theodor burst into laughter, his eyes still slightly wet but now spark
POV: LAURENI had just put the babies to sleep. They were calm, breathing softly, their little faces relaxed, safe there in our home. That peace brought me relief, but it also made the weight in my chest press even harder.Theodor was focused on his homework, sitting at the table with an attentive posture. Kate, as always, was beside him, helping with patience and that lighthearted humor that filled any space. She leaned in, pointed at something in his notebook, and smiled when she saw him understand.After a few minutes, Kate looked up and met my gaze. Her expression shifted, and she stood up to walk over to me.“Friend… are you okay?” she asked calmly, studying my face closely. “You seem… different. Something’s bothering you.”I swallowed hard. My throat tightened. I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t stop the slight trembling in my hands. I
POV: HENRYThe tension grew in the air. I saw some journalists lower their eyes, uncomfortable. Others seemed merely eager for conflict.I leaned slightly forward, holding the reporter’s gaze with coldness.“Violet abandoned her own son at the hospital,” I said firmly, feeling the anger rise as I gripped the side of the podium tightly. “She didn’t look back. She took Lauren’s daughter away as if she were an object, while she would have left behind the baby she actually gave birth to. She never cared, never fed, and never showed affection. What kind of mother does that?”The murmurs intensified. Voices overlapped, reporters whispered among themselves, their gazes growing increasingly curious and skeptical. I knew what they were waiting for. And I also knew what would come next.“And who is Noah’s biological father?” a younger reporter
POV: HENRY“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Lauren searched my eyes, her own brimming with tears, her voice faltering.I sighed, subtly turning my face away. The silence between us grew heavy. I saw her lips tremble, her shoulders tensing with her held breath.“They need to see your pain, Lauren,” I said firmly, facing the journalists in front of us. The words came out colder than I intended.She recoiled from me as if struck. She stepped back slowly, looking at me as if she didn’t recognize me.“Henry…” she stammered, swallowing hard. “You…”Her expression was a mix of hurt and indignation.“You wanted everyone to see my reaction. You used it,” Lauren’s voice broke, but her eyes said everything.“I’m sorry, my love,” I whi
POV: HENRYHere is the translated text into American English, keeping it fluid and easy to understand, with corrected punctuation and verb agreement in the past tense, without reducing the text's length:“I won’t be interrupted,” I said coldly, holding the gaze of the reporter who tried to cut me off. The man paled slightly and nodded, taking a step back.I adjusted the microphone, took a deep breath, and continued.“There’s more to this than meets the eye. Yes, there was a baby switch at the hospital. And it wasn’t a mistake. It was a meticulously executed plan by Violet Davis, with the help of her cousin, Ravi Davis…” I paused, knowing the next name would cause a stir. “And James Bouvier.”A nervous murmur rippled through the crowd. Lauren, by my side, took a deep breath. Her fingers gripped mine tightly, trembling. She held herself together, even with her eyes red and her lips pressed firmly together.“The Bouvier family’s son?” one reporter exclaimed, shocked. “Are his parents awa
POV: HENRY“Are you sure about this?” Lauren asked, her voice trembling. Her hands were clasped tightly together, fingers intertwined with nervousness. “I don’t know if I’m ready to expose our kids like this.”Her eyes were brimming with tears, and despite trying to seem resolute, the fear was evident. I walked toward her slowly, feeling my jaw clench. My entire body was tense. I pulled her by the waist firmly, feeling her shaky breath against my chest, and ran my fingers through her soft hair, as if trying to soothe her through touch.“Unfortunately, Lauren, they’re already exposed,” I said softly but firmly. “Ever since they were born, the world has been watching them because of who I am. And now they need to know the truth… everyone does.”She gasped, her eyes slowly rising to meet mine. I saw pain, fear, and doubt in them.“They’re just babies, Henry…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.I took a deep breath, fighting the anger burning inside me. Ethan, Violet, Ravi… tha