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he’s ready—when he proves he can value what we built.”

I folded the letter and hid it away.

I didn’t tell my son.

Not yet.

I continued living simply. Same house. Same habits. The factory ran under a trusted manager. The income came quietly each month.

Daniel assumed I was living off a small pension.

He even offered to help me financially sometimes.

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