25 Years Ago
"Young Master." That was what they addressed him.
Gumamela’s breath hitched. She turned slowly, her wide eyes locking onto Wile’s face.
Then, Felipe stepped forward, his usually calm expression clouded with confusion as he took in the sight before him. His weathered hands clenched slightly at his sides, his gaze flicking between the suited men and Wile, who stood stiffly in place.
"'Young master'?" Felipe echoed, his tone lined with disbelief. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Wile. "You?"
Wile said nothing at first, his jaw locked tight, his gaze steady. The moment felt stretched too thin, the tension between them wound so tightly it threatened to snap.
Gumamela’s father took another step forward. "What is the meaning of this, Wile?" His voice was firmer now, edged with
