The room fell into an awkward silence as both Lillian and Claude took a moment to collect themselves.
Claude was the first to break it, taking a sip of his coffee, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "So, what's the real reason for this sudden display of affection? You need something from me?"
Lillian was about to deny it, but then she caught the sharp gleam in his blue eyes. "If you're here to ask for a divorce, you might as well leave now. I'm not granting that," he added.
His words made her grit her teeth.
Divorce was exactly what she wanted, but now that he had thrown it out there, there was no way she could admit to it.
Lillian quickly remembered why she had come in the first place—to retrieve her mother's belongings from the bank. Keeping her voice calm, she replied, "No,
