Kneeling in front of her mother’s grave, Kenzie pressed her forehead to the cold stone and whispered hoarsely, “Mom… don’t worry. I’ll make them pay.”
She apologized again and again. That same day, she left her hometown and returned to the city, heading straight to the law firm.
The lawyer handed her two documents: the divorce certificate, and her former attorney’s license.
““Congratulations, Ms. Lundberg,” he said. “You’ve regained your freedom. All of Mr. Parkhouse’s assets have already been transferred to your name. You are now the largest shareholder of the McMillan Group. And more than that, I look forward to the return of the former top lawyer.”
Kenzie lowered her gaze to the documents in her hands.
“I will,” she said quietly. “From now on, I’ll protect myself with the law.”
That night, she went back home to retrieve her ID and passport.
When Colton saw her, he called out casually, like nothing had ever happened.
“Kenzie. Mom wants us to bring our son back tomorrow for dinner. Go to the hospital and bring him home.”
Then, impatiently, he added, “I don’t care what kind of fit you’ve been throwing. Tomorrow, you have to come.”