The remaining guests quickly left the property in total silence.
Eleanor sat alone on a wooden chair among the scattered broken plates.
Mark looked at her with a calm and peaceful look on his face.
Mark: I am taking full control of the estate starting today.
Eleanor: You ruined our family name in front of everyone.
Mark: You ruined your own heart when you allowed her to hurt my boy.
Mark walked away without looking back at the old mansion again.
He carried Leo in his arms down the stone front steps.
They got into their quiet black car and drove back home.
Mark went straight into the warm kitchen and put on his apron.
He pulled out flour, fresh butter, and a giant bowl of cherries.
Leo pulled up a small wooden stool right beside his father.
Leo: Can we make another pie, Daddy?
Mark: We are going to make the biggest one yet, buddy.
They mixed the dough together while laughing happily under the bright lights.
The sweet smell of baking cherries filled the warm home an hour later.
Mark cut a giant slice and placed it on a clean silver plate.
He set it right in front of his sweet young son.
Leo took a big bite and smiled with pure unmatching joy.
Leo: This one tastes way better than the old one!
Mark: That is because nobody can ever steal our happiness again.
Mark hugged his son tight as the sunset lit up the kitchen window.
They had fought against cruel wealth and brought true justice to their family home.