The room fell completely silent.

The hum of the building’s air conditioning seemed incredibly loud.

Daniel looked at his lawyer, his eyes pleading.

The lawyer examined the document, then slowly shook his head.

“Daniel, if this is real, you cannot win a court battle,” the lawyer said quietly.

“They have the routing numbers.”

Daniel glared at me, his face twisted in anger.

“You’re trying to ruin me,” he hissed.

“I am protecting our children’s future,” I said.

“You did this to yourself when you tried to leave them with nothing.”

Patricia stood up, her voice trembling with rage.

“You ungrateful girl,” she said.

“We made you.”

“Sit down, Patricia,” I said, keeping my voice level.

“Your opinion no longer carries weight in this office.”

She looked at Daniel, but he was staring at the pen in his hand.

The silence stretched for what felt like minutes.

Finally, Daniel pulled the blue folder toward himself.

He flipped to the signature page.

His hand shook slightly as he pressed the pen to the paper.

He signed his name, then slid the folder back to Robert.