Chapter 260 Politics (Ii)

• MALIK
• As always, Elder Rhys asked, “All in favor of upholding, raise your hands.” Only one person. Waylen planted his hands on the table, and I shared an image of Elizabeth from our first date as a throuple before he did something silly. He let out a breath, that mask of indifference slipping onto his face. “For dissolution, raise your hands.”
• Ten hands shot up, including Waylen’s and mine. Leon looked around, our eyes held, and he lifted his hand. My chest sagged in relief, and I slumped into my chair. We had enough votes, but his decision mattered more. Waylen’s lips broke into a smile, and the weight of being involved in Kane’s murder disintegrated. Our baby girl was safe.