(Elizabeth POV)I sat on the oxblood cushion at the balcony, the cool night air brushing against my face. A medium center table separated me from Richard like a fragile truce. He sat with his legs crossed, one ankle on a knee, his fingers steepled under his jaw. On the table lay a document — a paper he wanted me to sign.“You don’t want to sign it?” His voice slid through my tumbling mind like a blade. Calm. Manipulative. Deadly.“This is against the company rules,” I replied, summoning every ounce of courage I had left.He laughed — a dry, maniacal sound that chilled my bones.“Company rules?” His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and mocking. “I’ve been running this company peacefully for twenty-five years. And now a tiny, insignificant being threatens my existence, and you dare speak to me of company rules?”“This will land me in jail,” I said, my voice cracking under pressure.“Either way, Elizabeth, you’ll end up in jail. You hid my child from me. For how long?”“It was Anita’s wish—”
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