She pressed the call button again. Six private security guards entered the room.
“Escort them out,” she said calmly. “They’re no longer welcome here.”
Helen made one last desperate attempt to reach for the baby, but the guards blocked her instantly.
Evelyn’s voice didn’t rise, but every word was edged with steel.
“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.”
Then she turned to Vanessa.
“As for you, your modeling contract with Lumina Agency? I own forty percent. You’re fired — effective immediately.”
Finally, Evelyn looked at 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 went quiet again — except for Noah’s soft breathing. Evelyn kissed his forehead and whispered, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mama’s got you.”
