“Need to talk?” Mirena’s lips curled into a cold smile. Where was this urgency when they were publicly declaring Camille their true daughter?
They hadn’t given her any warning, any chance to explain—just humiliated her, branded her a scheming impostor, and cast her out in front of everyone.
What could they possibly have to say now?
Her finger hovered over the block button, but before she could act, Logan’s call cut through.
“The paperwork you requested is handled. Our lawyers have filed it—effective tomorrow at noon.”
A genuine smile finally touched Mirena’s lips. Finally, some good news.
“Thank you, Logan. Without you and Ada, my return wouldn’t have been this smooth.”
His low chuckle resonated through the phone—charming, confident. “You know I don’t work for free,
