Chapter 107

SARAH'S POV:

The day before had been a blur of calls, documents, and the ceaseless hum. I didn’t feel like the same person anymore. The timidness that once gripped me had been burned away by the fire of righteous fury.

My uncle’s legal team, once arrogant and dismissive, had fired the first volley—a desperate plea for a settlement. I had read their letter once, twice, maybe a dozen times. Each word was a thinly veiled threat wrapped in a mask of concern for “family unity.” But I wasn’t the same person who had bowed to their will in the past. That morning, as I held the letter in my hands, something inside me snapped into place, a final, unyielding decision.

“No,” I had whispered, my voice echoing in the silence. “No more.”

The battle lines were drawn in earnest. My reply to the settlement offer was curt, clinical—a refusal that left no room for doubt.

Barr Lawn understood the stakes. He moved with precision, crafting each counter-response like a scalpel, cutting through the bluster