This document, unbelievably, demanded that they transfer all their assets—unconditionally—to Claire.
Without their money, how could they possibly survive?
What would become of their son, living abroad?
But at this point, they had no choice.
Sean had connections everywhere; he was not someone they could afford to cross.
If they didn’t do exactly as he instructed, not only would they suffer, but their son would be dragged down with them.
Fighting back a wave of anguish, Sophia’s hand shook as she picked up the pen. She signed her name on the paperwork, transferring everything Nathan had left her to Claire.
Round and round it went—the money that never truly belonged to her found its way back into Claire’s hands at last.
Sean picked up the documents and, with solemn care, handed them to Claire.
To Claire, the handful of papers felt impossibly heavy.
She raised her eyes and met Sean’s gentle, unwavering gaze. A bittersweet warmth welled up inside her.
So, Mr. Foster had planned this from the very beginning. He’d made sure to reclaim everything that was rightfully hers—even preparing the documents in advance.
“Mr. Foster… thank you,” Claire said, her voice catching. “You’ve done so much for me. I don’t even know how I could ever repay you.”
Sean smiled softly. “Do you really want to repay me?”
Claire nodded earnestly.
She owed Mr. Foster more favors than she could count.
The first time, he’d saved her from throwing herself off a bridge.
Then she’d drunk his thousand-dollar wine, and again and again, he’d quietly paid her medical bills.
She hadn’t managed to return any of those kindnesses. And now, the debt on her conscience grew even heavier.
“Whatever you ask, Mr. Foster—I’ll do my best,” she promised, her tone sincere.
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