(Samuel's POV)
I'm in my office, reviewing acquisition proposals, when Hailey calls.
I've been avoiding her since our last confrontation, since I told her we were done. And honestly, until things cool down with Caroline, I should keep my distance.
But something makes me pick up.
"What do you want?" I ask, voice cold.
"I have information on Charlie," Hailey says.
"I don't care about Charlie."
"You will when you hear this."
Something in her tone makes me pause. "Fine. What?"
"He's a genius."
I laugh. "Right. My autistic son who can barely string a sentence together is a genius. Sure, Hailey."
"I'm serious. I saw his evaluation at Dr. Dane's office. His IQ is 206, Samuel. He's been diagnosed with exceptional mathematical aptitude. They're putting him in a specialized gifted program
