“Then find a way.”
“They have no documents, no relatives—this could take years.”
“Then we fight. Even if I don’t make it, they’ll know someone finally fought for them.”
A Home Transformed
Weeks passed. The mansion softened:
Harper inspected every lock and rule like a young guardian.
Wren discovered the library and filled it with sketches until Spencer gave her a full art kit.
Daisy skipped everywhere, spilling laughter like sunlight.
Quiet little Skye stayed close to Spencer, holding his hand when he looked tired.
They healed him.
And he healed them.
Then Came the Threat
Spencer’s nephew—Clive Rylan—arrived unannounced, eyes sharp and calculating.
“So it’s true,” Clive sneered. “You’ve turned this place into a charity ward?”
“They’re my family,” Spencer replied.
“You’re dying. Someone has to protect the estate from your… sentimentality.”
Spencer didn’t raise his voice.
“I built everything I have. And I choose where it goes.”
Clive smirked. “The courts will say otherwise.”
It was a declaration of war.
The Decline
Spencer’s health collapsed faster than anyone expected.
Machines filled the library, turning it into a medical ward.
The girls grew quiet, staying near him—drawing, reading, humming soft tunes.