She pressed the call button again. Six of her private security guards entered.
“Escort them out,” she said evenly. “They’re no longer welcome here.”
Helen tried one last desperate grab for the baby, but the guards blocked her instantly.Evelyn’s voice didn’t rise, but every word cut like glass. “Touch my son again, and you’ll leave here in handcuffs. By tomorrow morning, every charity board and country club you belong to will have the recordings of your cruelty. You’ll be finished.”
She turned to Vanessa. “As for you—your modeling contract with Lumina Agency? I own forty percent. You’re fired, effective immediately.”
Finally, Evelyn faced Daniel. “You want a divorce? Done. You get nothing. And full custody of Noah goes to me. You already signed the papers saying you didn’t want us—perfect evidence for court.”
When the door shut behind them, the room fell quiet again except for Noah’s soft breathing. Evelyn kissed his forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Mama’s got you.”
