As the years wore on, Clara's feelings for Arthur deepened into something bittersweet. She cared for him, even loved him in a way, but it was not the love of equals. She remained bound by the circumstances that had brought her to him.
When Arthur fell ill one winter, Clara became his closest companion and nurse. The doctors were clear—his time was limited. In his final days, he summoned her to his bedside and handed her a sealed envelope.
"This is for you," he said weakly. "When I'm gone, you'll have no reason to stay in this place. Use it to build a life of your own—a free life."
After his passing, Clara opened the envelope to find the deed to her house, a significant sum of money, and a letter. In it, Arthur expressed his gratitude for her companionship and his regret for the burdens he had placed on her.
Clara, now a woman of means and independence, chose to leave Windmere behind. She returned to Whistlewood, where her family welcomed her with open arms. With the wealth Arthur had left her, she ensured that her siblings would never face the hardships she had endured.
Yet, for all her newfound freedom, Clara never forgot the Baron. She often visited his grave, leaving a single rose—a token of the bond they had shared, born of necessity but shaped by something resembling love.
And so, Clara Greaves, the rose of Yorkshire, began a new chapter, her life forever marked by the choices she had made and the man who had changed her fate.
THE END.
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