Liam's POV“Divorce or not, she’s still their mother.” My uncle Henry frowned. “Shouldn’t she be breastfeeding?”I sighed, shutting my eyes for a second. I’d had enough.“Moore,” I called, waving my butler over.He was already hovering nearby.Moore stepped forward instantly, and then he asked, “Yes, sir?”“Get me something strong. Now.”Moore nodded and moved fast, disappearing toward the bar. Then he returned with a decanter and a glass. After pouring, I took a long gulp. The burn of the first swallow hit hard.My grandpa, Arthur, leaned forward, clasping his wrinkled hands. “So, Liam. How did it go? Did she sign the papers?”I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the glass. “I gave them to her. She’s... resisting. Doesn’t want to let go of the twins.”Dad scoffed, swirling his own drink. “She has no choice. You’re a Smith. She’s nothing. She'll sign or we’ll make her. You need a real wife. Someone like Evelyn Vaughn. Olivia has outlived her usefulness.”“Exactly,” my uncle Jackson
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