Jack Morrison ran back to the car holding the little girl close. His fancy shoes slid on the ice, but he kept going. The three small bodies in his arms were shaking, and he had only one thought: I have to save them.
“Please hold on!” she whispered, starting the car with one hand while holding the babies wrapped in her coat with the other.
Jack called Dr. Peterson on speakerphone. The doctor, an old friend he trusted, answered right away.
—“I found an unconscious girl and two babies in Central Park. They’re freezing. I can’t take them to the hospital — too many questions. Can you come to my place?”
—“I’m coming! Get them into a warm room. Jack, this is crazy!”
But Jack had already ended the call.
When they reached Morrison Tower, Sara, the housekeeper, was waiting at the door, looking worried and confused.
—“Oh my God, Jack! What happened?”
—“No time to explain. Prepare the guest room, call Mariana the nurse, and tell security not to let anyone in.”
Two hours later, the babies were sleeping, wrapped in warm blankets. The girl, whose name was Lia according to the scan, slowly opened her eyes.
“Where… am I?” she asked weakly.
Jack knelt beside her bed and gave her a gentle smile.
—“You’re safe now. I’m Jack. I found you in the park. Can you tell me your name?”
—“I’m Lia… and these are my little brothers, Leo and Thiago.”
—“Where is your mom, Lia?”
Lia looked down, and tears filled her eyes.
—“She… left us. She said she was going to get food, but she never came back.”
Jack felt his chest tighten. How could a mother leave three children alone in the freezing cold?
—“Do you know your mom’s name?”
—“Yes… Natalia Ríos.”
That name hit Jack like a bolt of lightning.
Natalia Ríos was his first love — a kind girl he met when he was in college. She worked in the school cafeteria. They had dated for a year but broke up when Jack got accepted into a business program in London. He asked her to wait for him, but she vanished.
And now… could it really be her?
—“Lia… do you know who your dad is?”
The girl slowly shook her head.
—“Mom never talked about him. She only said he was someone very important who could never know we existed.”
The next few days were full of emotions. Jack secretly did DNA tests. When the results came in a sealed envelope, his heart raced as he opened it.
99.9% genetic match
Jack Morrison — biological father of Leo and Thiago.
He felt like the ground had disappeared beneath him.
“What did you do, Natalia?” he whispered.
Seeing how upset he was, Sara convinced him to talk to a lawyer and to Mariana, the nurse, so he could start the legal process to get custody of the children.
But Jack wanted more — he wanted answers.
Using his connections, he found out where Natalia Ríos was.
She had been living in a women’s shelter in the Bronx. People had seen her there a week ago, but then she disappeared.
Then one night, the doorbell of his mansion rang.
Jack hurried downstairs, and when he opened the door, he froze.
It was Natalia — thinner, tired-looking, with dark circles under her eyes and shame on her face.
“Why, Natalia?” he asked, his voice shaking.
She lowered her head.
—“Because you were going to be someone. I was just a waitress. When I found out I was pregnant, you were already in London. You had your future ahead of you… and I was scared I’d ruin it.”
—“And you let them freeze in a park?”
“It wasn’t like that!” she sobbed. “We were homeless and had no food. I left for just a few minutes to get help. But someone attacked me, and I passed out. When I woke up, it was already morning… and they were gone. I thought I’d lost them forever.”
Jack felt anger, pity, and sadness all at once. He wanted to hate her — but he couldn’t.
She was still the mother of his children.
Weeks went by. Natalia agreed to stay as a temporary caregiver while the court worked on the custody case. Lia clung to Jack like he was her hero. The babies grew stronger every day. Sara cried whenever she saw them smile.
And Jack… for the first time in years, didn’t feel alone.
But then everything changed.
Victoria, his ambitious ex-girlfriend, heard about the twins from the news. Wanting to destroy him, she told the media that Jack had kidnapped the children and was hiding their mother.
Reporters surrounded Morrison Tower, and the scandal kept getting bigger.
Natalia, scared and shaking, thought about running away again.
—“I can’t do this, Jack. I don’t want the children to suffer.”
But this time, Jack refused to let her go.
He held a press conference.
Standing in front of many cameras, he took Natalia’s hand and said:
—“These children are mine. And the woman beside me is their mother, who did everything she could for them. She made mistakes, yes, but no one should judge without knowing the truth. I, Jack Morrison, accept them as my children — and Natalia as part of this family.”
The internet exploded. People called him a hero, a perfect dad, even “the people’s millionaire.”
Victoria was sued for spreading lies. The trial ruined her reputation — and her wealth.
A year later, snow covered Central Park again.
But this time, Jack was walking hand in hand with Lia, while Natalia pushed the twins in a stroller.
They stopped at the very spot where he had found them that night.
Lia looked up at him.
—“You know, Dad? Sometimes I think the snow wasn’t bad… maybe it was an angel that brought us to you.”
Jack knelt down and hugged her tightly.
—“It wasn’t the snow, princess. It was destiny.”
And so, in the middle of winter, a lonely millionaire discovered his greatest treasure — a family.