Golden Cage Mommy Mutiny (Elyse) novel Chapter 79

Fortunately, all my fears had been unnecessary.

The housekeeper led me to a bright corner suite with wide windows overlooking the entire estate

From the balcony, the gardens shimmered beneath moonlight.

When I lay down, I could see the stars through the glass ceiling above my bed.

That night, I dreamed deeply and peacefully for the first time in years.

At dawn, a cheerful knock came at my door–Julian’s voice followed.

“The seedlings are ready! Come on, Mira, let’s plant your tree!”

I got dressed and joined him outside. Together we planted a young silver fir beside the one he’d planted when he was nine.

Afterward, we fed the fish in the pond, brushed the horses in the stables, and for a while, I felt almost weightless–like I’d stepped back into a carefree childhood I thought I’d lost forever.

Days passed quickly, and before I knew it, two weeks had gone by.

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One afternoon, the butler found me and said, “Mr. Crowe would like to see you.”

Julian immediately wanted to come too, but the butler stopped him. “Mr. Crowe said it’s a private

matter.”

Julian frowned, disappointed, and stayed behind.

When I reached Vincent’s study, a harsh, ragged cough echoed through the door.

I opened it to find him bent over his desk, his face red, a handkerchief pressed to his mouth- stained with blood.

I hesitated, ready to leave to spare him embarrassment, but he waved me in.

He took a pill from a small bottle, swallowed it with water, and gestured for me to sit across from

him.

As soon as I did, his sharp, predatory eyes fixed on me.

“That man, Derek Langston–was he your boyfriend?” he asked coldly.

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I understood instantly.

“Yes,” I admitted, “but not anymore. I found out he was in love with his childhood friend, Tessa Rowen. He betrayed me for her–and for her sake, he was willing to see me die.”

“So now he’s not my lover,” I said quietly, “he’s my enemy.”

To make him believe me, I told him everything–about my past life, about how Derek had destroyed

1. me.

Vincent listened without interrupting. Surprise flickered across his face, but when he saw my steady eyes, he nodded as if deciding to believe.

His tone softened. He pulled open a drawer, took out a document, and slid it toward me.

“I want to appoint you as the CEO of Crowe Holdings,” he said.

I stared at the papers, stunned.

He chuckled at my hesitation. “It’s not because of your business skills,” he explained. “It’s your integrity. And most of all—my son trusts you.”

I tried to answer, but he lifted a hand to stop me.

Coughing hard again, he continued hoarsely, “You’ve seen what he’s like. I’ve protected him too well–he knows nothing of the real world.”

“I’ve lived a wild life,” he went on, his voice weakening, “but he’s the one thing I can’t let go of…”

He doubled over again, coughing violently, blood splattering across the desk.

I rushed forward, trying to steady him, but he pushed me away and gave a wry smile.

“Call it karma,” he rasped. “I broke my vow when I punished those four bastards. Now my cancer’s

back.”

Then his expression turned grave. “Consider this my final request–take care of Julian for me.”

He caught my gaze, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “You said you’ve lived twice–so if you hurt my boy, I swear I’ll come back and make you pay.

He coughed again, harder this time.

I knelt beside him and said earnestly, “Mr. Crowe, I promise. I’ll spend my life looking after Julian.

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You have my word.”

It wasn’t just a promise. It was what I truly wanted.

In these few weeks, I’d come to love that kind–hearted, innocent boy. To share his life would be my

own kind of salvation.

Vincent’s hand relaxed, and for once, he smiled without restraint.

At that moment, Julian climbed in through the back window, grinning like a mischievous kid.

“Dad, you can’t keep me out,” he teased. “I wanted to see what you were telling Mira.”

Vincent didn’t reply. He simply took his son’s hand and placed it in mine.

“Take care of him,” he said quietly.

Then a doctor entered, and Vincent waved us away.

The next morning, he gathered his executives at the estate and publicly announced my appointment as CEO, giving me full authority over Crowe Holdings.

Three days later, Vincent Crowe passed away from lung cancer.

After his death, I led the company through a complete reform–every illegal business was shut down, every operation made clean.

Three years later, Julian and I were married.

And for the first time, life truly felt peaceful.

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