I leaned my head back against the seat as Sir Edward chuckled in realization.
"I know I'm gambling with something dangerous right now. But if we're lucky, it could be a double win for Rafael," I continued.
For us. For our not-so-little family, I added silently.
"But we still need to prepare for the worst. Facing Feren Howel can be managed to minimize the damage. Worst case, he'll run away, and we'll lose the trail for the human trafficking case. But the lawsuit…" Sir Edward hesitated.
"Don't worry. I have my ways to make Roman sign the withdrawal letter."
Silence filled the car as we sank into our own thoughts. The bomb had already been dropped. Now all that remained was dealing with the aftermath.
I squeezed my fingers together, still faintly trembling, and took a deep breath. I didn't know what kind of force had pushed me to act so recklessly back at the warehouse, so unlike myself.
