Victoria studied them calmly.
“Who sent you?”
“That’s not your concern.”
She let out a quiet laugh.
“It is… because you’re in my way.”
Moments later—
Both men were on the ground.
No one saw how it happened.
Victoria continued down the hallway until she reached a door.
Room 307.
Her hand trembled.
For the first time in years.
She opened it.
A small child lay in the bed.
Pale. Weak. Connected to machines.
But alive.
Her breath broke.
“My son…”
She moved closer, her fingers shaking as they touched his face.
Warm.
Real.
“Mom…” the boy whispered faintly.
Victoria fell to her knees.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
The tears she had held back for years finally came.
But then—
A voice cut through the moment.
“How touching.”
She froze.
Slowly… she turned.
Adrian stood in the doorway.
Clapping.
Smiling.
“I thought you’d find him sooner,” he said.
Victoria stood up, her expression turning cold again.
“It was you.”
“Of course,” he replied. “Did you really think I’d let them all die?”
Her voice shook with rage.
“You threw them into the river!”
“Yes,” he said calmly. “But one… was worth keeping.”
The silence was suffocating.
“Worth… keeping?”
He stepped closer to the bed.
“My blood. My heir.”
Victoria felt something inside her snap.
“You’re a monster.”
“No,” he said. “I’m practical.”
Her hands clenched.
“And the other four…?”
He met her eyes.
And said nothing.
That was enough.
Victoria closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again—
There was no grief left.
Only resolve.
“Then tonight… it ends.”
Adrian smirked.
“You think you can stop me?”
At that exact moment—
The lights went out.
Sirens.
Footsteps.
Shouting.
“Police! Don’t move!”
Adrian’s expression shifted.
“What did you do…?”
Victoria looked at him calmly.
“I told you. This was just the beginning.”
She held up a small device.
“Three years,” she said. “Watching. Waiting. Recording.”
On the screen—
Evidence played.
The river.
The orders.
His voice.
His command.
For the first time…
Adrian looked afraid.
“You can’t—”
“I already did.”
Police flooded the room.
“Adrian Wolfe, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy.”
Vanessa appeared behind them, panicking.
“Do something!”
But he couldn’t.
The power was gone.
Only handcuffs remained.
And Victoria’s gaze.
“This is for my children.”
Months later…
Sunlight filled a quiet garden.
A little boy ran freely, laughter echoing.
“Mom!”
Victoria sat on a bench, watching him.
Her face had softened.
Still marked by loss…
But no longer consumed by it.