"At your age, you can't follow him around forever, cleaning up his messes." I held her gaze. "And neither will I."
In all my years at the Delgado estate, I had never once talked back to Catherine Delgado.
She trembled with rage, her face mottling red. "Mr. Porter! Come slap this insolent woman's mouth!"
But I was faster. I slammed my folder onto the table between us. The divorce agreement and evidence I'd gathered slid across the polished surface.
"Let me go." My voice turned cold. "I've paid back everything I owed this family. In full."
I met her furious gaze. "And I don't care what you owe me anymore."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.
"I know this family can't tolerate a barren Mrs. Delgado." The words tasted like ash. "And I can't spend a lifetime with a cold, selfish man. Let's be straightforward—we all know what Evan and this family have done. There's no need for mutual destruction."
Catherine stared at me, chest heaving. Finally, a sneer twisted her lips.
"Fine. You've certainly grown capable, Alice."
She yanked her hand free. "The Delgado family went to great pains to raise you, and in the end, we raised an ingrate."