“I didn’t want it to change things between us,” I replied honestly. “I’m still your daughter, Dad. That part hasn’t changed.”

He nodded slowly, the understanding settling in. “Well, I’m proud of you, Alex,” he said finally, the words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken conversations.

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “That means a lot.”

Reins, who had been observing the exchange with a practiced eye, stepped forward again, extending his hand. “It truly is an honor, ma’am,” he said. “If there’s anything you need, any time you need it, you just let me know.”