Robert turned his attention back to Eleanor, his expression firm but not hostile. “While I may not have a condominium or riches to offer, I can give them something far more enduring: my blessing and unwavering support. And perhaps, Eleanor,” he added, his voice softening but still resolute, “you might find that real wealth is found in love and family, rather than bricks and mortar.”

His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in wisdom and kindness. For a moment, Eleanor seemed to falter, the veneer of superiority cracking as she looked around the room, suddenly aware of the eyes now upon her—judging not Anna, but her.