“She sacrificed her own son to save herself,” I murmured.

“In exchange for her full cooperation, the government will not seek active prison time for her role in the asset concealment,” Miller said.

His voice was flat, devoid of any personal judgment.

“She will forfeit certain offshore holdings, but her domestic personal assets will remain untouched.”

“And Callum?” I asked.

“Callum is entirely on his own,” Miller said.

He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small black notebook.

“Without his mother’s backing, and with her testifying as the primary witness for the prosecution, his defense has collapsed.”

I looked down at my hands, noticing how pale my knuckles were.

“He wanted to take my baby,” I said softly.

“He was going to use the custody hearing to force my hand on the company shares.”

“That plan is over, Mrs. Prescott,” Miller said.

“But we need to ensure you are prepared for what happens next in Judge Mallory’s courtroom.”

My phone began to vibrate again, the sharp buzz cutting through the quiet room.

I looked down at the screen.