Chapter 13: Healing Old Wounds
Two days later, the sun broke through the grey clouds over Paris, casting a golden light across the estate's sprawling garden. The legal battle against the syndicate had begun, but with the evidence provided by Eleanor and Arthur, Victor Vane and his associates faced decades behind bars.
In the living room, Leo sat on the rug, playing with a wooden train set. Eleanor stood by the glass doors leading to the terrace, watching her son. She turned as Arthur walked in, carrying two cups of tea.
He handed her a cup and stood beside her. "He’s a remarkable boy, Eleanor. Strong, brave, and full of heart. Just like his mother."
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Eleanor smiled softly, taking a sip of tea. "He got that courage from knowing who he was looking for. Thank you, Dad. For coming for us."
"We have a lot of time to make up for," Arthur said gently. "And this time, we do it together."
