Carter Enterprises buzzed with activity, but the atmosphere shifted the moment Adrian entered the building. Even the receptionist paused mid-call when she recognized him.
In the top-floor office, Sophia stood by the window, speaking into her Bluetooth headset, commanding as always.
She turned as the door opened—and froze.
Adrian walked in, dressed in crisp black, carrying the unsigned contract.
He didn't wait for her to speak.
"I'll do it," he said.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "I thought you would."
"But on my terms," he added, dropping the file on her desk.
She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"
Adrian stepped closer. "No more hiding truths. I'm not just a name on a document. I'm Ethan's father, and he has the right to know."
Sophia's jaw clenched.
"I want shared guardianship—real involvement in his life. School, birthdays, hospital visits. Everything."
"That wasn't part of the deal," she said coolly.
"I'm not signing a deal, Sophia. I'm entering a war for my son—and this is the only truce I'm offering."
She stared at him for a long moment.
Finally, she walked around the desk, face inches from his. "You're playing with fire."
He smiled faintly. "I'm a surgeon, Sophia. I work with open hearts."
Their eyes locked—past, pain, and passion all clashing in one silent moment.
Then she said, "Fine. But remember, this is still a contract."
He leaned closer. "Then let's make it the most unforgettable contract of our lives."