“I was wrong,” Arthur said. “About more than I can say.”
Marcus Webb was arrested the next morning. Attempted murder of an infant. Fraud. Conspiracy. The private investigators traced the shell companies, the lab, the delivery records, everything. The man who had tried to destroy Arthur through his child was taken away in handcuffs under a storm of camera flashes.
But Arthur Kensington was not content with punishing one villain.
He turned his gaze inward—toward the estate itself, toward the walls and rules and invisible cruelties he had accepted as normal.
The fences came down.
The staff-only signs disappeared.
The rear service entrance was closed permanently, replaced by a main entrance used by everyone.
Then Arthur announced something larger.
A free medical center would be built on the estate grounds, open to the surrounding communities and dedicated to a model of care that combined scientific medicine with traditional knowledge.
He named it the Miriam Carter Wellness Center.
When Marcus heard his grandmother’s name spoken aloud at the press conference, he had to look away for a moment because his eyes filled so quickly he could barely see.
Arthur didn’t stop there.