"Alexander, if Liam is truly this impressionable, you should seriously consider why he lacks any sense of self-preservation. What if he gets abducted one day? You'd live with that regret."

Amy paused, her gaze sharp with quiet derision. "Oh, wait—you wouldn't regret it. You'd just shift the blame onto everyone else. You refuse to put in the effort yourself, yet you're so quick to judge others. Alexander, your arrogance is astounding."

For a moment, Alexander was speechless, but he recovered swiftly. "Amy, I thought you came here to reconcile. If all you want is to spew nonsense, save your breath."

Amy knew her words were wasted. Men like Alexander, trapped in their self-righteous bubbles, never acknowledged their faults—even when the truth slapped them in the face. They always found a way to justify themselves.

"I came to say two things," Amy cut straight to the point. "First, the evidence clearly shows Liam pushed Oliver into the lake. He needs to apologize. And as Oliver’s guardian, you owe his parents an apology as well."

Alexander’s lips thinned, but he remained silent. He had seen the surveillance footage. Whether Liam had actually pushed Oliver or not, they had been scuffling before the boy fell in. As for Liam, the video showed him jumping into the lake of his own volition—he had no one to blame but himself.

Though Alexander held no fondness for Sebastian or his son Oliver, he wasn’t the type to blindly excuse his own child. "I’ll cover the boy’s medical expenses," he said flatly. "Every cent of compensation will be paid."

Amy wasn’t surprised—nor was she pleased. Liam wasn’t Victoria; with the evidence so undeniable, Alexander wouldn’t defend him blindly. She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or just exhausted.

"And the second thing," Amy continued, locking eyes with him. "I’ve agreed to the divorce terms. When are we going to the courthouse to sign the papers?"

Alexander stiffened momentarily before letting out a cold chuckle. "Divorce? Are you serious?"

Amy saw right through him and smiled faintly. "Am I serious?"

Alexander arched a brow, his tone mocking. "So this time, you’re not angling for half my assets?"

It seemed he still thought this was some ploy. "If I asked for a share, would you give it to me?" Amy countered.

"If I refused, would you back out of the divorce?" Alexander shot back, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.

"Mr. Blackwood, perhaps your hearing is failing you," Amy said coolly. "I already told you—I’m leaving with nothing."

Alexander’s lips curled slightly. "Then what’s your game this time? Are you using my mother’s medication as leverage? Or is this about Liam’s custody? Or is there something else I’m missing?"

Amy met his gaze steadily, unfazed. "If you’re willing to give up custody of Liam, I wouldn’t object. After all, Mr. Blackwood, you’re so busy you can’t even keep track of a five-year-old."

She tilted her head. "As for your mother… anyone who calls the police on their own mother for an alleged kidnapping isn’t exactly bright. A family like that probably isn’t the best environment for a child."

"Of course," she added, her tone shifting slightly, "if you’re unwilling to let him go, that’s fine. As long as you meet me at the courthouse tomorrow to finalize the divorce, I don’t need anything else."

Amy held his unreadable stare. "Alexander, will you be there?"