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Chapter 10 - Redemption's Grace

Three months later, the rain had completely vanished, replaced by the warm, golden glow of a brilliant summer afternoon.

Dominic Gallow stood on the private rooftop garden of St. Jude's Memorial Hospital, looking down through the glass partition into a sunlit recovery room. Inside, a little boy with a head of soft, dark curls running back in was laughing brightly, tossing a soft red rubber ball back and forth across the room.

Standing right beside him, dressed in a cheerful yellow sundress instead of the drab gray uniform of his estate, was Linda. Her cheeks had regained their color, her eyes sparkled with life, and for the first time in years, she was smiling—a wide, radiant, untroubled smile that completely illuminated her face.

The heavy door opened softly behind Dominic, and Viktor stepped out, holding a clipboard. "Everything is locked down downstairs, boss. The docks are secure, the council is quiet, and the medical endowment fund for the pediatric wing is fully operational under your foundation's name."

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Dominic nodded slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the happy scene through the glass. He reached into his coat, pulled out his silver lighter, and tossed it lightly in his palm before slipping it away.

For the first time in his ruthless, violent life, Dominic Gallow realized that true power wasn't measured by how much fear you could strike into the hearts of men—it was measured by the lives you had the strength to save. And as he watched Linda laugh with her son, the formidable mafia boss finally felt a profound, enduring peace settle deep within his soul.

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