Chapter 9
Three months passed, bringing the crisp autumn leaves and chilly air of late October to Manhattan.
Clara’s pregnancy was now in its final trimester, her dark hair glowing with natural health and vitality.
She sat in her spacious corner office on the top floor of the Vance Tower, reviewing financial projections.
Under her decisive leadership as COO, the company had expanded its domestic manufacturing investments across three states.
The door to her office opened, and Arthur stepped inside carrying a box of freshly baked pastries.
"You're working too late again, sweetheart," Arthur chided gently, setting the box down on her mahogany desk.
"The doctor said you need to rest at least eight hours a day."
Clara smiled warmly, leaning back in her executive leather chair to stretch her tired back.
"I feel great, Dad," Clara assured him, picking up a croissant.
"Working keeps my mind focused on positive things instead of the past."
"How is the trial progressing downtown?" Clara asked, taking a small bite.
Arthur took a seat in the armchair across from her desk, his expression turning serious and grave.
"Ethan's legal defense collapsed this morning," Arthur reported calmly.
"He accepted a plea deal for eight years without parole, and Evelyn received three years probation."
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Clara took a slow breath, feeling a profound sense of relief wash over her entire body.
"Justice has finally been served," Clara whispered softly to herself.
