"If you agree to let me divorce Molly, I'll give up my share of everything in the Vance family."
They had just reached the study when they heard that.
Miles truly loved that woman. Years ago, the Vance family had forced him to choose between his position as heir and her. He'd chosen her without a moment's hesitation.
Three years had passed, and his resolve hadn't wavered. Amid her heartache, Molly felt an unexpected twinge of emotion.
Mrs. Vance's anger, barely contained, flared again. "Miles! If Molly's father hadn't saved your life back then, you wouldn't even be here. How can you say such things?"
"My survival had nothing to do with her father."
Mrs. Vance was so furious she started to cry, unable to fathom why her son refused to acknowledge this.
Molly didn't want him thinking she'd orchestrated this scene.
She gently embraced Mrs. Vance, murmuring something in her ear. The older woman's expression shifted, and she laughed.
Just like that, the tension dissolved.
Miles couldn't help glancing at Molly. She wore gray tailored trousers and a black knit sweater—minimalist and sharp. Paired with that striking, memorable face, the effect was dazzling.