“If possible, we hope you never have to open it.”
I got up and ran to the study, digging out that file folder.
Inside was a divorce agreement that my parents had prepared for me.
I didn’t know what they had done behind the scenes, but somehow, they had already gotten Keon to sign it. The asset division was written entirely in my favor—protecting me completely.
Without hesitation, I signed my name. The ink had barely dried when my phone rang. It was Keon. His voice was cautious.
“Are you… okay?”
I kept my tone cold. “Should I not be?”
“I’m just glad you’re fine. I know I was out of line that day. I shouldn’t have yelled at you—I just got too worked up when I saw Kizzie hurt. Then, I said things I didn’t mean.”
“I went back to look for you, but you were already gone. I figured you must’ve been fine.”
There was something pathetic in the way he tried to sound apologetic yet still unwilling to back down. It almost made me laugh.
“Do you need something?” I asked flatly.
Keon was clearly annoyed by my coldness. He lost patience in an instant.