«I’ll give you a million if you cure me,» smiled the billionaire… Until the child touched him…

Shirt. Eyes. Full of tears.

Luke approached. Hugged him. «You’ll always be the one who cured me,» he said quietly.

They were silent. Words weren’t needed. The last scene.

The park. The same one where it all began. Alexander sat on the bench under the sycamore.

Kids played doctors. Luke, now older, stood nearby, watching. One girl ran up to him.

«Uncle Alexander, have you been to a doctor?» «Yes,» he smirked. «And even the best one. Which?» «The one who didn’t treat the body, but treated the soul.»

He closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of summer. Wind, laughter, leaves. All this was before, but he didn’t hear.

Now he heard. Now he wasn’t a billionaire. He was a man who found redemption.

And mainly, he understood. True legacy isn’t numbers in the bank, but what you leave to others. Through actions.

Through love. Through those who go further.