His voice dropped. “Alannah, this matter ends here now.”
He paused, then added, “If you don’t want the money, you can ask for something else—as compensation for your mother’s death.”
Her expression cooled incrementally. She wiped her eyes, reached into her bag, and took out a divorce agreement.
“There’s a villa I want,” she said. “Sign it.”
Alannah flipped the document to the last page, blocking the beginning as she handed it to Quincy. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
A flicker of realization crossed Quincy’s face—as if this was exactly what he’d expected. Without even glancing at the contents, he lifted his pen and signed his name with a single sweeping motion.
When he looked up, his expression was unreadable. “If you’d just spoken up earlier, I wouldn’t have had to threaten you with those things. It’s just a villa. We can afford that much.”
Alannah’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Yeah. You can afford everything… except for my mother's surgery.”
Quincy’s eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of irritation flashing across his face.