Chapter 18 - A Peaceful Morning Dawns Over The Historic Estate
Back on the Long Island estate, the morning sun cast a brilliant golden glow across the manicured gardens and rolling lawns.
Little giggle sounds echoed down the grand hallway as four-year-old Lily chased a golden retriever puppy into the sunlit conservatory.
Grace stood by the large French doors drinking her morning coffee, feeling a profound sense of peace she had never known before.
Nathan walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin gently on her shoulder.
“The corporate restructuring is complete; Cole Industries is officially dissolved and replaced by a charitable foundation,” Nathan reported.
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“And our bank accounts?” Grace teased with a soft, knowing smile.
“We have enough left over to buy a quiet bakery in Chicago if we ever want to return to our roots,” he laughed warmly.
