A private investigation uncovered suspicious bank transfers from Margaret to a mechanic who had since disappeared.
Nathaniel was preparing to go to the authorities.
But Margaret arrived first.
When she saw the toddlers, her face twisted with fury.
“Laboratory mistakes,” she spat.
In a frenzy, she set fire to the living room curtains and attempted to drag the children toward her SUV, dousing it with gasoline.
“They must not exist! The Cross name will not be tainted!”
A gunshot echoed across the estate.
The lighter dropped into the mud.
Police surrounded the property. Margaret was arrested, screaming that Elena deserved what she got.
—
One month later, laughter once again filled the garden.
Nathaniel chased Liam and Noah between the trees. Sophia blew bubbles for Ava under a bright blue sky.
Margaret awaited trial.
The triplets were legally named Liam Cross, Noah Cross, and Ava Cross.
Nathaniel handed Sophia the deed to the guesthouse and established a generous trust fund.
“You’re free,” he told her.
She looked at him carefully.
“What if I don’t want to leave?”
“Why would you stay?”
“Because I love them. And because Elena didn’t just ask me to protect them… she asked me to help you find your way back.”