“Furthermore, the maternal legacy trust is hereby detached from Prescott Global.”

“The trust will be restored immediately to Avery Prescott as the sole trustee.”

The judge brought her gavel down.

The sharp sound echoed through the high-ceilinged room.

Two federal marshals stepped forward and instructed Callum to stand.

They pulled his hands behind his back.

The metal handcuffs clicked shut with a heavy, cold sound.

They led him out through the side door.

He did not look back.

Vivian stood up slowly.

She smoothed the front of her black coat.

She walked down the aisle and stopped next to my bench.

“You have destroyed the Prescott name,” she said.

“The name was already ruined, Vivian,” I said. “I only saved what was mine.”

She did not answer.

She walked out of the courtroom, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

I sat alone in the wooden pew for a long time.

I placed my hand on my stomach.

The baby kicked, a soft, small movement against my palm.

Three weeks later, the Prescott Global offices were empty.