The lawyer's office smelled like leather and old money. Lia sat in an oversized chair across from Patricia Morrison, one of Chicago's most ruthless divorce attorneys, while Caspian paced behind her like a caged predator.
"Explain it to me again," Caspian said, his voice dangerously quiet. "How the f**k does he think he can claim paternity when the timeline doesn't add up?"
Patricia folded her hands on the mahogany desk, her expression calm despite the fury radiating from him. She was sixty, sharp as a knife, and completely unfazed by Caspian Thorne's reputation.
"He's not claiming he can prove it," she said evenly. "He's claiming that there's reasonable doubt about the timeline, and therefore the court should halt divorce proceedings until paternity can be definitively established."
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