And it was being transferred to the child he had treated like an inconvenience.
The child he assumed would leave court with nothing.
For the first time, Richard looked afraid.
Not angry.
Afraid.
His entire life had been built on control.
Control of money.
Control of employees.
Control of family.
Control of me.
Now he had lost all of it in a single morning.
Sloane stood.
“I didn’t know about any of this.”
No one answered her.
The judge gathered his papers.
“Court is adjourned.”
