Chapter 17
Three months later, Rosewood Manor stood proudly restored to its original, breathtaking glory in the rolling hills of Massachusetts. The charred east wing had been rebuilt into a state-of-the-art youth foundation funded entirely by the liquidated assets of Harrison Vance's corrupt accounts.
On a crisp spring morning, Eleanor and Clara walked together through the sprawling rose gardens, watching little Lily chase a golden retriever across the manicured lawn. The air smelled of fresh soil, blooming flowers, and absolute peace.
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"The board officially voted you in as the permanent chairwoman yesterday," Clara noted with a warm, sisterly smile. "How does it feel to run the empire legitimately?"
"It feels lighter," Eleanor replied, looking down at the gold and ruby ring glinting brightly in the morning sun. "For the first time in my life, I'm not carrying someone else's lies."
