The billionaire pretended to leave for Canada... But what he witnessed on the hidden cameras between his housekeeper and his daughters left him completely frozen.

Six months later.

The Prescott estate was no longer a cold, sterile fortress of marble and glass. It was alive with sound, warmth, and laughter.

The formal living room—where Sabina had once terrorized the girls—had been completely redesigned. The cold, stiff furniture was replaced with plush, comfortable sofas, vibrant rugs, and framed photographs of family trips to the coast.

On a bright Saturday afternoon, Chadworth stood on the rear terrace, holding a glass of iced tea, watching his daughters play in the vast green lawn below.

Marcus walked up the stone steps, wearing a casual polo shirt instead of his usual security suit. He handed Chadworth a leather tablet.

"Final court updates, boss," Marcus said with a relaxed grin. "Sabina Vance was sentenced this morning. The judge gave her twelve years in state prison without possibility of parole for three. Arthur Vance received eighteen years for corporate espionage and tax fraud."

Chadworth didn't even look at the tablet screen. He simply nodded once, letting out a long, peaceful breath. "Thank you, Marcus."

"How are the girls doing?" Marcus asked, looking out over the lawn.

"They're thriving," Chadworth smiled, his eyes softening. "Lorelai got accepted into the advanced art program at school yesterday. And Gemma... well, Gemma hasn't had a single nightmare in four months."

Just then, a sleek black sedan pulled up the gravel driveway. The driver opened the rear door, and a young man in a sharp suit stepped out, holding a set of blueprints under his arm.

It was Ethan, Rosamund’s twenty-one-year-old younger brother. Thanks to the medical care Victoria had funded years ago, and a full university scholarship Chadworth had established in his name, Ethan had fully recovered from his childhood illness and was now a rising star in architectural engineering.

"Ethan!" Gemma squealed, running across the lawn to greet him.

Ethan caught her in a bear hug, swinging her around in the air as Lorelai ran over to join them.

Rosamund walked out onto the terrace, wearing an elegant cream-colored dress, her hair styled beautifully. She carried a tray of fresh lemonade, looking every bit the proud estate trustee she had become.

When she saw her brother playing with the girls, her eyes filled with quiet contentment.

Chadworth walked over to her, stepping beside her at the edge of the terrace railing.

"He looks great, Rosamund," Chadworth said softly.

"He owes his life to your family, Chadworth," Rosamund replied, her voice filled with deep emotion. "Sometimes I look at all of this and I still feel like I'm going to wake up in my old apartment, worrying about how to pay the rent."

"You never have to worry about anything again, Rosamund," Chadworth said gently, turning to face her. "You rebuilt this home from the inside out."

Over the past six months, their professional relationship had naturally evolved into something deeper—a quiet, mutual trust built on shared values, respect, and unconditional care for the children. They hadn't rushed into anything, preferring to let their bond grow organically, but everyone in the house knew that the quiet maid who had once moved like a shadow was now the center of Chadworth Prescott's world.

"Daddy! Rosamund! Come down and play!" Gemma called out from the lawn, waving her hands frantically.

Chadworth looked at Rosamund, extending his hand with a warm, genuine smile.