The office door opened.
Sabrina stepped in, wrapped in a towel.
“Elliot, I—”
“Enough,” he said, voice like steel.
He turned the monitor toward her.
She watched herself shove, twist, sneer.
Her face drained.
She tried to lie.
He played the pool footage.
There was no escape.
“You think anyone will believe you?” she snapped finally. “You’ll ruin yourself—your company—for a child who doesn’t even talk!”
Elliot stood.
“My son is not broken,” he said. “But you are.”
She lifted her chin. “I won’t stay here and be slandered.”
“You won’t stay here at all,” Elliot said. “Get out of my house.”
He pointed to the door.
And Sabrina Hale—perfect, polished Sabrina—finally realized she’d lost.
