Liam Blackwood couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

One thing was crystal clear—he didn’t want his parents to divorce. Sure, Victoria Langley was nice, but the thought of her becoming his mother made his stomach twist.

His pulse pounded in his throat, loud enough that he could hear it.

He was terrified of what his father might say next.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Alexander Blackwood’s deep, measured voice finally broke through the tension. "There’s no point in comparing Victoria to you." Yet, he still avoided giving a direct answer.

Amy Sinclair didn’t push further. "Fine. I have my answer."

Her gaze shifted to Liam.

"Why don’t you go upstairs? Your father and I need to talk." Liam hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Alexander, but eventually, he dragged his feet up the steps.

Once Liam was out of earshot, Amy pulled a stack of papers from a folder.

"Here’s the revised divorce agreement. If everything looks acceptable, sign it."

Alexander’s jaw tightened, his striking features hardening. "Amy, I’ve given you every opportunity to reconsider. If you keep pushing this, you won’t like the consequences."

"Consequences?" Amy arched a brow, amused. "That sounds promising."

Alexander’s expression darkened. "You’ve made your choice. Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"You’ve warned me a thousand times. Do I look like I care?"

Without another word, Alexander snatched the papers from her hands and skimmed through them.

Minutes later, he looked up, a cold smirk curling his lips.

"You seriously think you deserve half of my assets? Amy, your audacity is impressive."

Amy remained composed, her demeanor as serene as still water at dawn.

"I raised our child, managed your household, catered to your every demand, and even cared for your mother. Why shouldn’t I get half?"

Instead of anger, Alexander let out a low chuckle. "If you see yourself as nothing more than hired help, how do you expect Liam to respect you?"

Amy shrugged. "Correction—I’m worse than hired help. At least Eleanor and the others get paid. Me? I played wife, nanny, and bedwarmer—all for free."

"And your mother still calls me a gold digger, as if I was starving before I met you."

Alexander’s gaze turned icy with disappointment.

"You think raising Liam was just for my family? He’s your son too. Hearing you say that is… disheartening."

Amy fired back, "Was I raising him for myself? Where were you when I was in labor, fighting to bring him into this world? I did all the work, yet he carries your name. If he’s our son, then when we divorce, will you let me take him?"

Alexander faltered, caught off guard. "Regardless, he’s still your child."

Amy nodded. "Exactly. So, give me custody."

Alexander scoffed, incredulous. "Liam is the heir to Blackwood Enterprises. I can’t just hand him over. Even if I did, you couldn’t provide for him."