Olivia looked from the crying baby up to my eyes, seeing the genuine desperation and regret written across my face. Slowly, carefully, she guided Noah into my arms.
The moment his tiny, warm weight settled against my chest, the protective instinct of a father roared to life inside me, obliterating any remaining trace of the corporate executive I had been.
“I’ve got you, Noah,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as his crying quieted into a soft whimper. “I’ve got you.”
I looked up at Dr. Sloan, my jaw tightening as the full picture of my mother’s and Miranda’s manipulation became crystal clear. “They intercepted your messages to keep me isolated, and now my mother is trying to build a legal case to take him from you.”
Olivia’s eyes filled with fresh tears, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the sofa. “Dylan, your mother has the money and the power to destroy me in court. If she finds out you’re here…”
“Let her find out,” I interrupted, my voice dropping into a low, fierce tone. “She thinks she can manage this like another corporate takeover. She is wrong.”
I pulled out my phone, looked directly at the urgent message from my mother about the dinner deadline, and typed a single response: I won’t be making it to dinner. I am with my son, Noah. Do not contact Olivia, Dr. Sloan, or Barton, Keel & West again. Any legal action against my family will be met with the full force of my own legal team.
I hit send, then turned to Olivia, handing Noah back to her safely before kneeling down beside her chair.
“For fifteen years, I let other people dictate my life and my marriage,” I said, looking straight into her eyes with absolute certainty. “But that ends tonight. My mother and Miranda wanted a war to keep us apart, but they forgot one thing: I own the company, I control the assets, and I will tear down everything I built before I let them touch our son.”
Olivia let out a shaky breath, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through her exhaustion as she realized she was no longer fighting this battle alone. The elite, manipulative world my mother ran thought they could keep us small—but on this Christmas Eve, the game had completely changed.
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