Chapter 245
Chapter 245:
Ectopic pregnancy. She had nearly died.
His fingers clamped down on the fountain pen with sudden, involuntary force. His knuckles went white. The fine nib pressed into the page so hard it left a dark, bleeding inkblot on the pristine paper — a single point of violence on an otherwise immaculate surface.
He raised his eyes slowly. A violent storm of rage and profound, agonizing grief moved through his expression. He forced his jaw to unclench and swallowed it down.
“I will personally assemble the most aggressive litigation team in this city,” Easton said, his voice thick and slightly unsteady. “Even if we are fighting the entire Compton conglomerate, I swear to you — he will not win p>
June noticed the intense, visceral shift in his eyes — a reaction that reached far beyond standard professional empathy. But her exhaustion, physical and mental, ran too deep for her to examine it. She attributed it to protective outrage on behalf of a client and gave him a composed nod of gratitude.
After they had finalized their legal strategy, Easton opened his desk drawer and set a heavy set of brass keys on a leather fob on the table between them.
“These are the keys to a high-security apartment in Manhattan,” he said, his tone smooth and deliberate. “It is registered under the firm’s name as a safe house. Once Cole receives the court summons, his response will be volatile. I strongly advise you to relocate there temporarily p>
June’s defensive instincts flared immediately. She opened her mouth to refuse.
𝖯o𝗽𝗎l𝘢𝗋 𝘀𝘵𝘰r𝗂𝖾𝘴 о𝗻
Easton anticipated it perfectly.
“Ensuring the physical safety of my client is a mandatory prerequisite for successful litigation,” he said, his tone locking into flawless clinical precision. “Please do not reject my professional counsel p>
The argument was airtight.
June looked at the keys for a long moment, then reached out and picked them up. The metal was cold and heavy in her palm.
She rose and buttoned her jacket. Easton stood at once and crossed to the heavy glass door, pulling it open with practiced ease.
Just as June stepped over the threshold, he spoke.
“June,” he said quietly.
She turned.
He looked directly into her eyes. “Prepare yourself for a brutal war. But remember — you are not fighting it alone p>
A faint, unfamiliar warmth moved through June’s chest. She gave him a firm nod, turned on her heel, and walked toward the elevators with absolute composure.
The elevator doors slid shut.
Easton remained in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on the closed metal doors long after she was gone. He turned back to his desk, picked up his pen, and with a single sharp, deliberate stroke, signed his name on the attorney-of-record line of the forced divorce petition.
He stared at the drying ink.
The legal mechanism was in motion. The battle to dismantle Cole Compton’s control over her life had officially begun.
Less than two minutes after June left, the heavy glass door to Easton’s office was shoved open without a knock.