The lawyer adjusted his glasses slightly, his face calm but firm, and then leaned forward on the polished mahogany desk. "Mr. Callister, you don't need to worry. I've already begun drafting the suit. The evidence you provided is more than enough to push this aggressively. That man—you'll never hear his name spoken with pride again. We'll ruin him legally, and we'll do it clean."
Emma father jaw clenched slightly as he nodded, though his mind wasn't resting. His eyes drifted toward the large window behind the lawyer, but he wasn't really looking outside.
His thoughts replayed what Violet's mother had whispered to him the night before, her voice sharp like a dagger laced with logic.
"If you don't handle your daughter now, you'll lose everything," she had said. "You've forgotten her mother once owned it all. Don't let that man use her to snatch it back."
He hadn't considered it that way before. Not seriously. But now… now it made perfect sense.
