In that moment, Benjamin approached the maid once more and held her small hand without fear or hesitation, as if something deep within told him she was a part of his earliest memories. Jolin looked at their intertwined hands and felt the world rearranging itself before him. It was a moment that made him realize, for the first time, that healing does not always come from doctors, but from hearts that know how to provide safety to those who have lost it. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and declared firmly before everyone that the maid was no longer just a cleaning worker in the palace.
He stepped toward her and said with a voice full of gratitude that their home had lost a sound two years ago, and she had brought it back in a single instant. She apologized shyly, trying to deny any personal credit, but she couldn’t resist the tears streaming down her face. Jolin took her palm and placed it over Benjamin’s hand, saying that the child needed her now more than ever, and that he would not allow her to leave his life again. He spoke with steady resolve while the guests watched the scene, no one daring to interrupt.
Then, something happened that no one expected. Jolin raised his head and looked at her with a profound gaze—not the gaze of a desperate man, but of a man who had found something precious. He told her that he was a man who kept his promises before everyone; that the challenge he had issued was no joke, and that anyone who could bring back his son’s voice deserved a place in his life—not just in the palace, but in the heart of the family itself. The maid fell silent for a long moment, trying to absorb what she was hearing, feeling as though the ground was slipping from beneath her feet from the sheer force of the surprise.
He did not pressure her or demand an immediate answer, but he said a sentence that made everyone smile unconsciously. He said that marriage is not a challenge but a journey, and that he would not force her into anything, but he wanted her to know that she had changed his son’s destiny, and that her fate with him would be no less beautiful if she accepted. As for Benjamin, he raised his small hand and wiped away her tear, then spoke the word his father had waited years to hear. He said, “Mama.” In that moment, everyone realized that the final page had not yet begun; rather, the story had only just started.
