Smiles bloomed on Edgar’s and Elsie’s faces as everything snapped into place. If Bexley had captivated Arthur Campbell—the sovereign of the Sun Group—and built a family beside him, she had to be extraordinary. Only someone truly remarkable could have drawn Arthur’s interest. This was the Thompson daughter in spirit: everything Amilia and Karlee were not.

They had heard whispers about the many faces Cole’s wife wore—Rosa, the international design luminary; River, the artificial intelligence pioneer; Stellara, the celebrated musician—and now the globally renowned Dr. Atkinson. What other identities might she conceal? To the Thompsons, this only confirmed that their lost granddaughter was nothing like the despicable Karlee.

After decades of turmoil, Edgar and Elsie felt their world steady. They no longer had to blame themselves for Amilia and Karlee’s failings; the fault had never been theirs. Amilia and Karlee had simply arrived in the world with corrupted characters and no claim to the Thompson blood that defined the family’s true legacy.

They had no desire to see Amilia and Karlee again. All they wanted now was to bring their true granddaughter home and fold her into the family. Kaleb’s face lit with a sudden grin.

“I’ll fetch my niece myself and bring her home,” he declared, turning for the door.

Rita caught his arm.

“Kaleb, don’t rush into this. Elliana spent over ten hours in surgery today operating on former King Howell. She’s completely exhausted—probably asleep right now. Don’t wake her. Let her rest first.”

Kaleb paused, chastened by his haste.

“You’re absolutely right—we shouldn’t disturb her rest.” Still, the thought of waiting at home felt unbearable. He squeezed Rita’s hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll station myself at the hotel and keep watch outside her door. The moment she wakes, I’ll bring her back.”

Rita’s smile softened.

“Then I’m coming with you. There was so much left unsaid earlier. I want to speak with her properly.”

“Of course,” Kaleb said without hesitation.

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Edgar and Elsie exchanged a look and spoke as one.

“We’re coming too.” They would not deny their granddaughter the immediate warmth of family.

Rita hesitated.

“Dad, your health has been fragile—let Mom stay here and get some proper rest.”

“Nonsense,” Edgar protested, his voice bright.

“I feel wonderful! Discovering my granddaughter is such a magnificent woman has chased away every ache and pain.”

Elsie smiled, warm and relieved.

“Let him come. If we force him to stay, he will lie awake all night anyway.”

Seeing her parents so resolute, Rita could not find the heart to refuse. She nodded and rose, bracing herself for the long night ahead—one that would finally begin to stitch together the years they had lost.

With everyone preparing to fetch Elliana, Jenifer had no intention of being left behind.

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