"Minerva, Noah's last name is Sullivan. He's not going anywhere."
I planted myself firmly in front of the hospital room door, my voice ice-cold.
Minerva didn't fly into a rage. She simply gestured for her lawyer to set a document down on the table.
"Sophie, I admit I handled that one billion dollars improperly back then, and I'm willing to take responsibility for my mistakes. But the boy's future shouldn't suffer because of our personal grudge. The Harrington family will cover all his medical and education expenses, and we can give him a far more stable life than what you can offer right now."
I stared at the document and barked out a sudden, bitter laugh. "So what's the endgame here? You want me to sign over my parental rights?"
"I only hope we can renegotiate the boy's living arrang
