The murmurs shifted from admiration to suspicion.
Leonard studied the faded stamp again. “This appears to be a lost original manuscript believed stolen after World War II.”
Olivia felt something stir in her memory. Her grandfather had spoken of a missing piece once—of music lost during chaos.
Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s speculation.”
“It deserves investigation,” Leonard replied.
The room felt less like a party and more like a courtroom.
With visible irritation, Richard pulled out his checkbook. He wrote the amount in bold strokes and thrust it toward Olivia.
“Take it. And leave.”
The check trembled in her hands. One hundred million dollars. Enough to erase every hospital bill. Every fear.
She stared at it for a long moment.
Then she placed it gently back on the piano.
“We don’t want your money,” Olivia said quietly but clearly. “We want the music to belong where it should.”
The silence that followed was heavier than any applause.
Lily slipped her hand into her mother’s.
They walked out together, not hurried—but resolute.
Margaret Blake followed. “Mrs. Bennett,” she said softly, “this story isn’t finished.”
Outside, the cold Manhattan air hit their faces.