Declan could feel something inside his heart quietly break. Where did he go wrong? He had raised Layla with his own hands, loved her no less than his biological children, and yet—this is who she had become.
His eyes were rimmed red, heavy with hurt, but even so, 'She's young and reckless', she'll learn and come around.' he thought to himself, straightening up despite the weight pressing on his chest.
"Okay," he said aloud, voice tired but composed. "You can ask Mr. Leng to give you whichever mansion you please to have." He didn't look at Layla, but turned to the lawyer, who nodded solemnly in understanding.
Without another word or glance back, Layla walked out of the room with Mr. Leng. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor, echoing through the corridor like a final note in an argument she believed she had won.
