Back at the cliffside mansion, the morning light fell in rich rays across the balcony. Ava pressed her phone against her ear, Theo close beside her, their hands intertwined.
The phone clicked, and a small, sweet voice answered — "Mama?"
A rush of pure happiness filled Ava's heart. "Amélia… my love… how are you this morning?"
"Mama! Mama! I'm coloring a picture for you and Papa! Nana says I filled it with all the flowers we love."
Ava pressed her knuckles against her lips to keep from crying, rich tears threatening to break through. "Save it for us, baby. We're coming home soon."
Behind her, Theo tightened his grip on her hand, a dramatic vow made without words: Whatever battles lay ahead, their family would stay united — rich in love, loyalty, and hope.
As Ava hung up the phone, Theo pressed a deep, protective kiss into her hair. "We're going back… together… back to her."
The two turned back toward the balcony, looking out over the shimmering sea — a rich, dramatic future waiting just on the horizon. Whatever it held — revenge, peace, unity — their greatest power was not in their empire… but in their love.