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This time, I may truly have to betray you.

What did you take last night?

What did you hope I'd take?

Where is the seal of inheritance?

I had no choice, so you handed her the seal?

Don't dress betrayal up as grievance.

Well done.

Juliet's charges? Withdrawn?

Of course.

You lied to me.

Lesson one. A pawn has no right to negotiate terms.

You promised to spare her.

I promised to keep her out of prison.

I never said she couldn't perish outside Hawthorne.

From today on, let's see who can still protect Ada.

Who told you to leave?

The seal is real. The authorization is real.

What you stole was more than a seal.

What you stole was the only person at my side I could trust.

Don't blame him.

What Marceline wants is me away from you.

Then all the more reason she won't get her wish.

Mrs. Gray, please leave the Hawthorne building immediately.

Mrs. Gray, please leave the Hawthorne building immediately.

You shouldn't be digging into this.

There was never an Adrian in House Hawthorne, am I right?

Then who is Adrian?

If you hand this to Marceline, I will destroy you with my own hands.

You're in love with him?

That's none of your concern.

Who gave you leave touch this?

The only heir your mother left behind is Adrian.

Adrian is dead.

What answer are you hoping to hear?

The truth.

The truth will get you killed.

A lie has imprisoned you for ten years.

Will you let it keep hurting you?

Ask about Adrian one more time and you're out of Hawthorne.

But I already know he isn't dead.

Ms. Marceline suspects.

Forged succession documents are hidden here.

Search thoroughly.

Don't spare a single sheet of paper.

How did you get in?

I was in the outer room all along.

They brought cameras.

They want footage of your disgrace.

Did you tip them off?

If I meant to sell you off, I wouldn't be warning you.

Into the wardrobe. Now.

Open it.

Too late.

You shouldn't have come back.

You were being raided by Marceline.

How could I not return?

Your access has been revoked.

My access never came from any system.

Before your mother died, she had me investigate Marceline.

Half the evidence is here.

And the other half?

On Landon Capital's interweb.

Only Ivan can reach it.

Why didn't you give it to me sooner?

The evidence was incomplete.

Handing it to you would only have put you in greater danger.

You're always like this.

Deciding for me what's dangerous.

Because I fear losing you more than anyone else does.

Adrian, I've guarded you for ten years.

And not only because of a promise.

If one day I'm gone, don't keep bearing everything alone.

Don't talk like that.

Then promise me.

Live on.

Juliet?

Quests, I don't want anyone else.

I want you alive.

Adrian, you're free now.

Stop living for anyone else.

Juliet!

The board comes tomorrow.

You cannot fall apart.

Ada?

Don't call me by that name.

Come with me.

Get out.

You can hate me, but you cannot die here.

Even as she died, she was still worried about me.

It wasn't your fault.

Then whose fault was it?

Marceline's?

Hawthorne's?

Or mine?

This fake young lady's.

Don't do this.

Even my tears have to be a woman's.

Even my pain can't be screamed.

Juliet is dead.

Must I keep playing this so-called Miss Hawthorne?

Tonight, in front of me, you don't have to be Ada.

Then who am I?

You are Adrian.

Juliet is dead.

Ada should be falling apart by now.

He is falling apart.

Then seize the moment.

Get his identity and the inheritance evidence.

I've obtained something far more valuable.

What?

His breakdown.

Juliet, you really did keep an ace up your sleeve.

Ivan, what are you doing in there?

You betrayed me?

Wrong.

I was never yours to begin with.

Stop her!

Got it?

Got it.

But they're coming too.

She planned Juliet's murder all along.

At tomorrow's board meeting, I'll make her kneel before Juliet's portrait and confess.

Ada, you look dreadful today.

Did losing Juliet hit you that hard?

You'll soon learn what she left behind.

The remote destruction is still running.

Fabricating evidence is best not attempted before the board.

Halting the destruction requires the founding master key of House Hawthorne.

You have it?

Your mother gave it to me before she died.

Celestian, think carefully.

I've thought carefully.

Far too late.

Is this real?

Every record traces back to Landing Capital's master account.

The word of a mile.

Since when does that count as evidence?

Then what if I tell everyone here the so-called Ada does not exist at all?

No need to shield me.

She's right.

Ada does not exist.

The person standing here is Adrian Hawthorne.

And from the day of his birth, he has been Hawthorne's sole lawful heir.

Ten years ago, Helena emalded the succession documents.

Regardless of gender, Adrian is Hawthorne's sole heir.

The original will is deposited with the Swiss notary office.

The registration number and official seal can be verified in real time.

You forced me to be Ada for ten years.

You killed Juliet and you tried to swallow Hawthorne.

You have no witnesses.

Marceline Landon, you are under suspicion of commercial bribering, unlawful surveillance, intentional assault, and solicitation to murder.

Come with us.

Miss Hawthorne? No, Mr. Hawthorne.

Do you admit to a decade of identity fraud?

I admit that I lived as Ada for ten years.

Do you consider that a deception of the public?

What deceived me was a world that recognizes only female inheritance.

From today, the Hawthorne conglomerate is taken over by Adrian Hawthorne.

In my own name.

I won.

But I was still too late.

She told me to live on.

Then live for her to see.

This time, may I come closer?

You may.

It still hurts here.

Then I'll stay with you slowly until it doesn't.

Marceline is in custody and the reporters have withdrawn.

Tonight, you can rest.

You're sending me away?

I simply don't want you staying by my side as a molth, a secretary, or a fiancé anymore.

None of those are you.

And none of them are what I truly want.

Then what do you want?

I want you to choose for yourself.

If you stay, it can only be because you want me.

This time, may I?

The cemetery, the car, the lounge, all shot from the same angle.

Someone has been following us.

Not Marceline's people.

Hers were never this clean.

Hawthorne has barely recovered and I'm already being watched.

Or perhaps not just now.

Perhaps he has been watching you all along.

I hate this feeling.

Then tonight, I'll stay with you.

Do you need me to leave?

No.

I'm with you.

Every inch this hair grows, the real me is buried an inch deeper.

From today on, just be Adrian.

Then hold on to me.

Don't let me lose my way again.

Alright.

A romance scandal the moment he resumes his identity.

This damages the group's image severely.

Ivan was once Landon's man.

Is he still fit to remain at Hawthorne?

The photo is real.

But it is no scandal.

I was forced into disguise for ten years.

Not so I could keep fearing whom I love today.

Whoever uses my private life to attack Hawthorne again will learn that Hawthorne's legal team has more than just Juliet.

Not the media.

Not Landon's servers either.

Then who?

The photo's original upload point is the Hawthorne Manor.

Impossible.

The manor's surveillance access was sealed.

Some access rights were never in your hands.

What do you mean?

Your mother left behind a system.

It's called the Hawthorne Eye.

What is all this?

A protection system.

So for ten years even my breakdowns had an audience.

Who has access to these?

I can only retrieve certain security fragments.

The true master control was never mine.

Then whose is it?

Speak.

Your mother's.

She's dead.

The system was activated before she died.

I thought it had long stopped.

It never stopped.

It has been uploading all along.

And last night the safe house feed was tapped into as well.

I thought Marceline destroyed my ten years.

It turns out even my mother kept me in a cage.

Mr. Hawthorne, something's happened.

It wasn't me.

If you don't believe me, I'll leave right now.

Who gave you leave to go?

This time, it's my turn to believe you.

Will you sever all ties with House Landon?

I once trusted no one out of fear of being seen through.

But Ivan is not my stain.

He is the one I chose with my own hands.

If anyone thinks one forged document can make me push him away, then they know nothing of me.

A separation test.

Someone is trying to make you doubt me.

Then let him watch himself fail.

Age 17.

The ward my mother stayed in before she died.

Adrian, don't look into this.

What do you know?

If that system is still alive, then it means your mother may be alive too.

Are you sure about going public?

I was controlled in secret for 10 years.

The way to end it isn't hiding one more secret.

Whoever is behind that screen, I'm here.

Last night you asked me whether I still feared being seen.

And your answer now?

I'm afraid.

But I will never push you away because of fear again.

Helena.

Mother?

Adrian.

Didn't Mrs. Helenan pass away of illness 10 years ago?

Death was my final means of protecting Hawthorne.

So you're alive?

Yes.

And you watched me grow my hair long.

Watched the corset crush my breath.

Watched Juliet die.

Watched Marceline drive me to collapse.

An heir must endure solitude.

You weren't protecting me.

Was I nothing but your experiment?

And he is your greatest weakness.

No.

He is the first person I ever chose for myself.

Without Hawthorne, you are nothing.

Wrong.

From today on, Hawthorne no longer needs a dead woman pulling its strings.

I am not Ada.

Nor am I the inheritance tool you bred.

I am Adrian Hawthorne.

You're free.

We are free.

It hasn't come back to life. It was never dead.

Adrian.

If you're seeing this footage, it means you beat me.

But beating me is not the same as beating Hawthorne.

Mrs. Helena has invoked the gatekeeper clause.

Should the heir maintain a relationship with a disqualified partner,

voting rights are automatically frozen and transferred to the family trust.

In other words, he must choose between Hawthorne and this man.

The dead should stay dead.

Not reach out of the grave to dictate terms.

This isn't a will.

It's remote control.

I'll give you seven days.

Push him away and everything is yours.

If you can't push him away, I'll push him for you.

Mother, here is your final lesson.

The dying can never defeat the living.

Mr. Hawthorne, what will you choose?

Hawthorne hasn't lost in ten years, and it won't lose today.

Ivan, Landon and I are through.

Didn't they just go public days ago?

And now it's over?

Look at me and say it again.

You heard me. We're through.

At the grave that day, you told me not to step back.

Now you're the one retreating?

I gave you a dream. The dream is over. Time for you to go.

Fine. Adrian, you truly are the most Hawthorne of them all.

Wait for me.

So his break-up was a performance for the dead.

Time, you dare cast me off in front of the whole world.

There won't be a next time.

Mother's sanatorium in Switzerland is where the system's mainframe sits.

I can't get in. You can.

You want me to go back to her side as a mole?

She'll believe you hate me.

The whole world watched me cast you off.

So, a second betrayal?

This time, once the act is done, come home.

Dear President, remember to wire my break-up settlement to my account with interest.

Mrs. Hawthorne, your son threw me over for the conglomerate.

And so?

So I'd like a new employer.

I hate him, just as you need me.

Marceline called you the sharpest blade.

And a blade, indeed, only chooses the right hand to wield it.

Faster.

Adrian, wait until I have her evidence.

How many times, now, did you truly believe this mainframe would be so easy to reach?

From the day you first approached Ada, I knew you were Marcelines.

You thought your defection was discreet?

Every time you drew close to him in that lounge, I saw it.

I didn't stop it because I wanted to see whether my heir would give up an entire empire for a

blade.

He didn't disappoint me.

Neither did you.

Welcome to the true final test.

Do you know an heir's greatest flaw?

A soft heart.

So Juliet's death was one of your test questions, too?

I gave Marceline a list. Juliet Grey was in the column marked Expendable.

You're not human.

I am the master of Hawthorne.

I am the master of Hawthorne.

I am the master of Hawthorne.

She never believed Adrian could win.

She even built his replacement.

Adrian, your blade is in my hand.

Mother, what you're holding is my weakness.

But you forget.

Whoever the weakness grows on is the one who will fight to the death for it.

Ready the plane. I'm going to Switzerland myself to bring my man home.

Ten years ago, I failed to escape the cage you built. Ten years later, I've come back to tear it

down.

You're insane.

Ten years. And this is the first time you've come to see me of your own will.

I came to tell you the test is over.

Not yet. One final question.

Sign it and you both leave alive.

Refuse.

And the copy of project number two in his hands

hits the front page of every global outlet tonight,

along with the footage of your every night together.

Take it.

Hawthorne, I can win back. Him.

I only have one.

You've surrendered it so readily.

You mean to humiliate ten years of my design?

No. I pity you.

You built a prison full of eyes, only to find that in the end,

not one person was willing to stay by your side.

Former Hawthorne chairwoman faked her death, secretly groomed a substitute heir, and listed the death of her son's closest friend

as an expendable item.

By the way, everything on that mainframe finished uploading three days ago. What you stopped was an empty shell.

You...

You taught me. Read the clauses before you sign.

This declaration takes effect only when signed by the current lawful heir.

From the moment you faked your death, the legal you cease to be part of Hawthorne.

A trap laid by the dead cannot hold the living.

No one has betrayed the family. Execute elimination.

She isn't locking doors. She started the Fuel Diobe's detonation countdown.

There's an emergency vehicle Celestian stashed in the basement garage. Move!

If this building goes, the snowpack takes half the mountain down with it. Staying here is certain death. Then let's

run for her to see.

Grab the rope!

Your mother has been arrested. No. Two is missing in the avalanche.

She finally has nothing left.

No. She left one last sentence for you. An heir willing to die for me has finally appeared.

Pity he isn't mine.

I found an unregistered system in the Hawthorne Manor, uploading data overseas.

I traced it to Switzerland.

And to the fact that your mother is alive.

I didn't tell you because the evidence was incomplete.

And because I found my own name on her list.

I knew I wouldn't live long.

So I wrote myself a will.

Not called a will.

But...

The Gatekeeper Protocol.

Gatekeeper Protocol, awaiting final authorization.

Authorizer, Adrian Hawthorne.

Juliet.

Even at the very end, you're still guarding me.

Authorization granted.

Hello, Adrian.

Don't rush to thank me.

Thank me after I see your happiness with my own eyes.

With her own eyes?

She's already...

I admit that I am mentally unstable and unfit to lead Hawthorne.

I voluntarily transfer all my authority.

That's his own image!

Mother, even prison can't stop you from setting questions.

The source was trained on ten years of her surveillance footage.

There's no flaw to find.

Forged footage detected.

Gatekeeper Protocol, assuming forensic control.

A lie wearing his face.

Did it ask my permission?

JG.

I, Adrian Hawthorne, was watched by my own mother for ten years and tested for ten years.

My lover was threatened.

My dearest friend was written into an expendable list.

But I am transferring nothing.

Hawthorne is mine.

My life is mine.

And the one I love is mine above all.

Ivan Landon.

Come up here.

Organ failure.

A week at most.

You won.

Come to hear my last words or to confirm my death.

To ask you one question.

In ten years, for even a single second, did you ever see me as your son and not at all?

The day you first put on the dress, you cried.

You saw it.

I stood before the monitors all night.

The next morning, I still pressed continue testing.

Thank you for your honesty.

It means I never have to forgive you again.

Give that letter to Ivan Lander.

Why him?

Because that boy did what I never could in a lifetime.

He let Adrian live like a human being.

If you're watching this, two things are true.

First, I'm gone.

Second, someone has married you and brought you home in my place.

Adrian, I guessed it would be him.

From that night at the pool, when you let him near your wounds, I knew.

I was jealous.

Truly.

Jealous enough to crush a whole bottle of pills.

But later I understood.

I guarded you for ten years, so you would hurt no more.

And he is the one who makes you smile.

So take my share of love along, and live your days well.

Ivan.

His stomach aches at midnight.

He turns his pen three times before signing.

When he's afraid, he clutches his collar.

Now, they're all yours.

Juliet, we're getting married.

We're short one witness.

Mrs. Gray, he's in my hands now.

If you're not at ease.

She says, at ease.

You really came.

I promised I'd watch you win.

Winning your way to happiness.

How could I miss that?

Go on.

Don't keep him waiting.

The cuffling in your pocket, does it dig into you?

It does.

It has dug into me the whole way.

Good.

Pain means you're alive.

Adrian, I hereby hand you over to happiness.

I'll watch over him.

I spent ten years as a false young lady.

From today on, I am only even Landon's true beloved.

All my life, I believed only in money and leverage.

From today on, I believe only in you.

I used to think the grand finale meant winning everything back.

And now?

Now I know the grand finale is this.

Every ordinary day with you beside me.

Every beat in here is yours.

Then our ending is still a long way off.

I'll see you next time.