“Nothing is confidential when it comes to the safety of my granddaughter,” Antoinette said, her eyes chillingly cold.

“Lily is safe with me,” I said, my voice rising slightly.

“A judge might not agree,” Antoinette said. “A mother who suffers from severe anxiety, who relies on heavy sedatives to sleep, who isolates her child from her loving family… that does not sound like a fit mother to me.”

The threat was clear.

She was going to use my mental health to take Lily away.

“I took those pills for two weeks after my father died,” I said, my hands trembling.

“The court will only see the medical records and our expert testimony,” Antoinette said, rising to her feet.

She looked down at me, her face a mask of aristocratic pride.

“If you go through with this divorce, we will drag your name through every tabloid in the state,” she said.

“You will be painted as an unstable, gold-digging fraud.”

“And Lily will be placed in the sole custody of her father.”

“You wouldn’t do that to her,” I said, standing up to face her. “She loves me.”