The document trembled in Hana's hands. Her name, written in her father's bold script, stared back at her like a promise finally fulfilled.
"This is it," Mi-Ra said softly, watching Hana's tears fall onto the signature. "They forged the other version, Hana. Hid this one for years."
Mi-Ho stepped forward. "We'll file the inheritance claim. But once they know you've resurfaced, they'll come for you again."
Hana looked up, her gaze sharper than steel. "Let them."
She stood tall, the letter from her mother in her pocket and her father's will in her hand. Two anchors, two protectors, guiding her now.
"I've been silent for too long," she said. "It's time the world knows who Seo Hana really is."
Mi-Ho smiled faintly. "You're not alone anymore."