“You already lost it,” I said. “Now save your sons.”

Marcus stepped forward, pulling a heavy legal seal from his briefcase.

He laid it on the marble counter next to the documents.

“I am a notary, Garrett,” Marcus said. “I can witness it right here, right now.”

Garrett looked at the paper titled *Acknowledgment of Paternity and Surrender of Executive Voting Rights*.

His hand descended.

The nib of the black pen scratched against the thick paper.

He signed his name on the first line, officially acknowledging that Leo, Owen, and Wyatt were his biological sons.

He flipped to the second page.

“This surrenders my voting rights permanently,” he said, his voice barely audible over the thunder.

“To me,” I said. “Where they belong.”

He signed the second page, transferring every single one of his voting shares in Bradford Enterprises to me.

He flipped to the third page.

“What about visitation?” he asked, his eyes pleading. “Clara, please.”

I looked him in the eye, feeling no pity, only urgency.

“Supervised,” I said. “Only supervised. Once a month, at a location of my choosing, with a court-appointed monitor present.”