It was from my attorney, Michael Harrison.
Do not leave for London yet. The Bennett legal team has filed an emergency request involving the children. They know the medical records are missing, but they don’t know who has them.
I slowly closed the folder.
“Change of plans,” I told the driver.
“We’re going to Harrison & Cole.”
From the seat beside me, Connor looked up.
“I thought we were going to London today.”
“We still are,” I said, gently brushing his hair back.
“But first, there are a few things I need to finish.”
When we arrived at my attorney’s office, Madison quietly sat beside the window coloring while Connor followed me into the conference room.
He hesitated before speaking.
“Dad isn’t mad at us… is he?”
My heart broke.
“No.”
“He said Grandma told him he has a new family now.”
I knelt in front of him.
“You and your sister will always be my family.”
“No one can change that.”
A few minutes later, Michael Harrison entered carrying another file.
The television mounted on the wall showed live coverage from the Bennett estate.
Luxury tents covered the gardens.
White flowers lined the entrance.
Photographers waited outside the gates.
Everything had been carefully arranged.
Bradley never simply celebrated important moments.
He turned them into public performances.
Michael placed another folder on the table.
“There’s something else you need to see.”
Inside was a confidential agreement.
According to the document, Tiffany would receive significant financial benefits—including a Manhattan residence and a multi-million-dollar trust—if she presented a child publicly recognized as Bradley Bennett’s biological heir.
The wording immediately caught my attention.
It didn’t mention marriage.
It didn’t mention love.
Only one condition mattered.
Provide an heir.
Before either of us spoke again, my phone rang.
Bradley.
I answered.
“Return every document you have,” he said without greeting.
“No.”
His voice became colder.
“If those records become public, I’ll make sure every custody hearing for the next fifteen years becomes a nightmare.”
I looked toward Michael.
Without saying a word, he quietly activated the recording system in the conference room.
I returned my attention to the phone.
“Thank you,” I said calmly.
“For making your position perfectly clear.”
Then I ended the call.
