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Chapter 13 - The Little Hero of the Estate

"Come on in, Emily," Sofia said, her face instantly lighting up with a warm, welcoming smile.

The little girl stepped into the study, her worn blue sweater neatly buttoned, clutching her backpack tightly. She walked straight up to Sofia’s chair, stopping just inches away.

"Are the bad people gone forever?" Emily asked, her big eyes wide with earnest curiosity.

Vincent knelt down so he was eye-level with the child. The man who commanded shipping ports and syndicate territories looked at the eight-year-old with profound gentleness. "Yes, Emily. They're gone. They're never coming back to hurt anyone in this house again."

Emily nodded solemnly, then reached behind her back and extended the cracked, slate-grey smartphone toward Sofia. "You should keep this. It’s yours."

Sofia took the old device, running her thumb over the scratched screen that had carried her desperate voice out of the dark. A wave of emotion washed over her, and she pulled Emily into a gentle, embracing hug.

"Thank you, sweet girl," Sofia whispered, her voice thick with tears. "You carried this for three years without even knowing it. You were my voice when nobody else could hear me."

Grace appeared at the doorway a moment later, wiping her hands on her apron. "I hope she's not bothering you two. I told her to stay in the kitchen while you were reviewing legal papers."

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"Never a bother," Vincent said, standing up and placing a respectful hand on Grace’s shoulder. "In fact, Emily has earned a permanent place of honor in this house. Whatever she needs for her education, her future—it’s fully covered by the estate. Consider it a debt this family can never fully repay."

Grace shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Mr. Moretti, you've already given us safety and a home. That's more than enough."

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