“What?” he frowned.
Lauren scoffed. “London? With what money? You can’t even afford—”
“Money,” I interrupted quietly, “is no longer your concern.”
Outside the glass doors, a black Mercedes SUV pulled up smoothly.
A driver stepped out, opened the rear door, and gave a respectful nod.
“Ms. Hayes, everything is ready.”
Ethan stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor.
“What the hell is this?” he demanded. “Where did you get this kind of money?”
I looked at him—really looked at him—for the first time in a long time.
And all I felt…
was distance.
“I told you,” I said softly. “That’s not your concern anymore.”
I picked up Chloe.
Aiden grabbed my hand tightly.
I turned back once—just once.
