Eleanor greets Clara at Vance Manor, shedding tears of relief as she sees her daughter's complete victory over the past.

The warm front foyer of Vance Manor felt safe, peaceful, and bright. Eleanor held Clara tight in her arms, her warm tears wetting the shoulder of Clara's dark wool coat. She stepped back slowly, holding Clara's face between her soft hands, looking into her daughter's glowing eyes with deep motherly pride.

"You did it, my sweet child," Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You took back everything your father built. Victor is in prison, the corporate snakes are gone, and our family name is clean again."

"We did it...