Chapter 110 The World Beyond The Gate

The wrought-iron gates of Blackwood Manor creaked open as the dawn broke across the estate. For years, those gates had stood like silent sentinels, guarding secrets, shadows, and sorrows. But now, they welcomed the future. The crowd had thinned since Isabella’s statement to the press. What remained was a subdued curiosity—reporters filing their final notes, photographers lowering their cameras, and onlookers watching from a respectful distance. The storm had passed, both literal and metaphorical, and in its wake came the stillness of rebuilding.