“You will destroy the company,” Conrad said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You will destroy your daughter’s inheritance, Amelia. Is that what you want?”

I looked at the phone, then at Grant, who was staring at his knees, his breathing shallow.

“I want my daughter,” I said. “I don’t care about your money, Conrad. I never did.”

“You are making a mistake,” Conrad said.

“The mistake was ours,” I said. “We stayed silent for too long.”

I reached out and pressed the red button on Naomi’s console, cutting off Conrad’s voice in mid-sentence.

The office fell into a sudden, heavy silence.

The only sound was the hum of the computer fan and the rain outside.

“He’s going to move Lily,” I said, panic rising in my throat. “He knows we have the files now. He’ll hide her.”

“No,” Grant said, his voice hollow. “He won’t. He’s too proud. He thinks he can still win this.”

He picked up the pen from the desk again.

With a swift, desperate stroke, he signed the final page of the custody agreement.

He pushed the papers toward Naomi.