Chapter 13 A Mother's Fight

• Emma sat in the dimly lit study, staring at the stack of documents in front of her. The weight of everything pressed against her, making it difficult to breathe. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of the papers—proof of her inheritance, proof of Maxwell’s deception. Yet, even with all this evidence, it didn’t feel like she had won.
• Lucas had gone to make calls, strategizing their next move, while Grace paced near the fireplace, her arms folded tightly.
• “We have everything we need,” Grace said, her voice firm but laced with worry. “Yet Maxwell still holds power in public perception. He’s painted you as an opportunist, and with the media eating up his lies…” She trailed off.