He looked down at Emma again. “I came here today because I wanted to meet the daughter of the man who taught me what it means to be truly noble.”

The silence was deafening.

Vivian’s jaw dropped.

Henry turned back to the limo and motioned to the driver. Moments later, a velvet box was brought forward.

He opened it.

Inside was a glimmering necklace, delicate and radiant. Not garish, not flashy—just beautiful.

“Your father gave me a second chance at life. I wanted to give you a small token of my gratitude.”

He placed the necklace gently into Emma’s hands, and her fingers curled around it like it was a treasure from the stars.