He washed each finger carefully, kissing her worn palms.

Six months later, the Hayes mansion no longer felt like a museum. Toys scattered across rugs. Pancakes burned in the kitchen while Sebastian laughed with the boys.

Maria entered slowly, leaning on a cane—but walking.

Treatment was helping.

So was love.

Sebastian knelt in the living room, holding a simple heirloom ring.

“I can’t undo the years I lost,” he said. “But will you let me spend the rest of my life making it right? Let me carry you when you’re tired. Let me be better.”

Maria looked at Daniel and Leo cheering, at Evelyn smiling through tears.

“Yes,” she said, letting go of the cane and leaning into him.

In that moment, there were no employers and employees. No rich or poor.

Just a family that had survived the storm and finally chosen each other.