Patrick turned toward Abigail, his expression softening. “My daughter will not sign anything today,” he said.
Then he faced Caleb again, his voice turning cold. “If she chooses to end this marriage, you will be the one walking away with nothing.”
Caleb stepped forward desperately. “Abby, please,” he said.
Abigail stood slowly, her voice steady despite everything. “I will sign,” she said.
Relief flashed across Caleb’s face too quickly.
“After the investigation is complete,” she added calmly.
His expression collapsed instantly.
Patrick adjusted his jacket. “This meeting is over,” he said.
As he reached the door, he paused and looked back. “I came here as a mechanic,” he said quietly. “Now I leave as the owner.”
He turned toward Abigail and extended his hand. “Let’s go home.”
For the first time in years, she walked out without looking back.
Inside the car, silence settled around them as the estate faded into the distance. Abigail leaned back against the seat and felt a strange mix of relief and heaviness.
Patrick sat quietly across from her, watching the city pass by through the window. He had always been a man of few words, yet his actions carried undeniable weight.