As weeks passed, the city moved on from the whispers surrounding the Wallace household. But inside the penthouse, a quiet kind of healing took place.
Ruth began to laugh again — the soft, warm laugh Ethan remembered from childhood. She spent mornings on the balcony with tea, evenings arranging flowers, and afternoons reading in the sunlit living room.
She looked at him thoughtfully. “I never wanted to cause trouble.”
“You didn’t,” he said. “You brought clarity.”
She reached for his hand, her expression full of tenderness.
“You’ve grown into someone I’m proud of.”
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