Then I placed two passports beside them.
“I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London. Permanently.”
That made him pause.
“What?”
His sister scoffed, “With what money?”
I replied calmly,
“That’s no longer your concern.”
Outside, a black Mercedes was waiting.
The driver opened the door.
“Ms. Hayes, everything is ready.”
Ethan stood up abruptly.
“Where did you get this money?”
I looked at him—really looked.
And felt nothing but distance.
“That’s not your concern anymore.”
I picked up my daughter.
My son held my hand.
Before leaving, I said one last thing:
“You’ll never have to worry about us again.”
Then I walked away.
On the way to the airport, my phone buzzed.
A message from my lawyer:
“They’ve arrived at the clinic. Everything is in place.”
I didn’t reply.
