The grand ballroom of the Sterling estate—a space normally reserved for multi-million-dollar charity galas and corporate celebrations—fell into a suffocating, terrifying silence.

Spring arrived in Chicago, bringing warm breezes, blooming flowers, and bright blue skies over Lake Michigan.

The Sterling estate was no longer a symbol of cold, arrogant wealth. The heavy gates were kept open, and the grounds were frequently used to host charity events for children from low-income families.

In the rear courtyard, Julian had constructed a massive garden named "Hannah's Haven," filled with white roses, wooden swings, and a marble fountain.

Julian stood by the fountain, watching Leo and Hannah plant fresh tulip bulbs in the soil. Over the past year, Julian’s professional respect for Hannah had evolved into a deep, genuine affection. Her kindness, strength, and quiet humility had healed the deep wounds left in both his and Leo's lives.

"Daddy! Come look!" Leo called out, waving his dirty hands. "Hannah taught me how to plant the purple ones!"

Julian walked over, dropping to his knees in the grass beside them, taking a tulip bulb from the basket.

"You're becoming a proper gardener, Leo," Julian smiled, helping his son set the bulb in the rich soil.

Leo looked up at Julian, then at Hannah, his small face thoughtful. "Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"Can Hannah stay with us forever?" Leo asked innocently. "Not just as my tutor, but... like a family?"

Julian looked at Hannah, whose cheeks flushed a soft pink under the sunlight. He reached out, gently taking Hannah's hand in his, brushing away a speck of dirt from her knuckles.

"I certainly hope so, Leo," Julian said softly, his dark eyes fixing intently on Hannah. "If she'll have us."