
He didn’t wear any flashy jewelry or raise his voice, yet his presence seemed to dwarf everyone else in the room.
He stopped directly behind Geneva and placed a hand on her shoulder.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, finally letting out a breath she seemed to have been holding for years.
“Your daughter?” Christian stammered, looking back and forth between Robert and Geneva. “No, that’s impossible, it doesn’t make any sense.”
Robert looked at him with the same expression one might use to examine a stain on a rug.
“It doesn’t make sense to you because you never bothered to actually know the woman you married,” Robert said. “You were only ever interested in what you thought she could do for your public image.”
Kimberly stood up by the window, her face turning a sickly shade of pale.
“Attorney Miller,” Robert said, addressing the lawyer without looking at him. “I want a certified copy of everything signed today and the security footage from this room starting from the moment my daughter walked in.”
Miller nodded quickly, his hands shaking as he organized the files.
“This has to be a joke because Geneva told me she was an orphan with no connections,” Christian said with a nervous, broken laugh.