Jeffrey's jaw clenched. "He's not backing off. Even their aunt's pleas don't register with him. He's hellbent on getting back at you."
Joanne exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Of course Ian Walsh wouldn't let it go. He was doubling down—raising complaints, spinning lies. Now, he was even claiming that the kids had been kidnapped by their aunt. And he had done it immediately after speaking to the news.
Someone was advising him, feeding his delusions, urging him to dig himself deeper—all just to drag her down with him.
"I worry for the kids…" she murmured. She could handle the public scrutiny, the court battles, the accusations—but them? They were just children. And their own father was using them like pawns.
Jeffrey's grip on her hand tightened.
