“She promised me. She promised me we would share them.”

“Evelyn was dying and not in her right mind,” Sterling said coldly.

“Her final directives were very specific about securing the sole custody of the Whitmore heirs.”

Daniel turned around to look at me, a deep crease forming between his brows.

“What did she promise you, Sarah?” he asked.

He used my real name, and it felt strange and heavy in the sterile room.

“She told me she couldn’t have children of her own, and that she loved you too much to leave you alone,” I whispered.

“She said if I carried them, we would be a family. All of us.”

“That is a fantasy,” Sterling interrupted, opening his briefcase with a sharp click.

He pulled out a thick manila folder and held it out to Daniel.

“These are the signed agreements. Evelyn’s signature is on the witness line, right next to yours, Daniel.”

Daniel didn’t take the folder.

“I don’t remember signing anything regarding an injunction,” Daniel said, his voice dropping.

“You signed the estate management package after the funeral,” Sterling said.