Cloudcrest Manor.
Declan Grant had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Aiden Sinclair walk in, he immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Nina Walsh.
A second later, Aiden Sinclair's phone rang. The name "Lemon" pulsed on the screen.
Aiden Sinclair held his breath and answered the call. "Hello?"
Nina Walsh said, "About what we talked about yesterday—I've changed my mind. You don't have the right to be the children's father. Not for either of them. I've drawn up a new divorce agreement. Sign it for me immediately, or else..."
Aiden Sinclair's heart felt like it was being sawed apart by a rusty blade. "Or else... what?"
A sudden gust of wind howled through the phone. Nina Walsh's voice was thin and distant, but sharp enough to pierce his eardrums.
"Or else... I'll jump from here... one body, three lives..."
"I'll sign."
