Chapter 17
I folded the letter carefully, placing it back inside the yellow envelope next to my heart.
“Did you know about the Boston safety deposit box, Samuel?” I asked, looking up at our attorney.
“I did,” Samuel smiled warmly, nodding his head. “Your father wanted to ensure you had total financial independence before expanding overseas.”
“He wanted you to be powerful enough that no man—brother or husband—could ever attempt to diminish you again.”
An hour later, I drove my car to the local cemetery, walking down the quiet stone path toward my father’s grave.
The sun was shining brightly through the oak trees, casting warm golden light over his grey granite headstone.
I set a bouquet of fresh white roses against the base of the stone, kneeling down on the soft grass beside him.
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“We fixed it, Dad,” I whispered softly into the gentle spring breeze. “The company is safe, Vanessa is protected, and Marcus faced his justice.”
I touched the smooth cold marble of his headstone, feeling an immense, unshakeable sense of peace wash over my soul.
