Filled with intense anger toward my mother, I immediately instructed Marcus to revoke all her access to company servers, deactivate her building credentials, and remove her executive signing authority. I then dropped to my knees beside the hospital bed and showed Clover the restored archive containing her six missed calls and her final heartbreaking message from May twelfth. I assured Clover that I never stopped loving her and would have walked away from every business deal to be by her side. Two days later, we sat peacefully together in the hospital holding our son, whose breathing had improved significantly. We decided to name him Arthur after my grandfather, honoring a man who believed protecting family was a paramount priority for any man. Our peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted when my mother stormed into the hospital hallway with two security guards trailing behind her, demanding to know why she had been locked out of the company offices.
I stepped out of the hospital room and confronted my mother about intercepting the communications and destroying my marriage under the guise of protecting my business focus. I firmly fired her in person, promising that my attorneys would pursue legal action if she ever interfered with my family again, and ordered the security officers to escort her off the premises. Returning to Clover, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box containing her original wedding ring, which I had carried every day since our separation. I knelt beside her wheelchair and acknowledged that I could not erase the months of loneliness she endured. However, I promised to never again allow work or family pressure to blind me to what truly mattered. I asked Clover to let me become her husband again and build a new life together. She tearfully accepted my proposal and asked me to take them home, proving that a family protected by honesty is the greatest achievement in life.