Back home, Hana sat at the grand piano in the lounge. She hadn't touched it since the night Mi-Ho first found her crying. Tonight, she wasn't crying.
She was planning.
Mi-Ho walked in, watching her fingers hover over the keys.
"He left everything to you, didn't he?" he asked gently.
She nodded. "Even the pieces I didn't want."
"You don't have to carry all of it."
"I know. But I want to."
The estate, the holdings, the charities—her father's legacy now rested on her shoulders. But unlike before, it wasn't a burden.
It was a platform.
She pressed a key. A soft note echoed.
"I'm going to rebuild it all. In my name. For the children. For the girls like me."
Mi-Ho nodded. "And I'll be right here—just not in your shadow."
"Good," she said. "Walk beside me. That's all I've ever wanted."