“They don’t need a legacy,” Grant said, stepping closer.

“They need a mother who is smart enough to take eighty million dollars in cash.”

“Sign the release.”

“Let me save the company, and I will make sure you are taken care of forever.”

I looked down at his hand, which was trembling slightly against the dark wood.

He was terrified.

The mighty Grant Holloway was begging, even if he tried to mask it as a grand gesture.

“No,” I said.

The smile vanished from his face.

“What do you mean, no?” he demanded.

“I mean no,” I said, my voice quiet and clear.

“I will not sign anything.”

“I will not help you steal from our children to pay off your bad debts.”

“You are being foolish,” Grant hissed, his eyes widening.

“If the company goes under, the trust assets will be tied up in bankruptcy court anyway.”

“You will get nothing.”

“Then we will get nothing together,” I said.

“But you will go down with the ship, Grant.”

“And I will make sure the children are safe from you.”