Chapter 168

Tristan's voice came through the phone. "Arlo? Are you busy?"

"Not at all."

There was a brief pause before Tristan continued. "Right—you're coming back on Tuesday?"

A noncommittal hum was all Tristan received in response. Before he could say more, Tristan took charge of the conversation. "Let's leave it at that for now. Just let me know when you land. I'll pick you up so you can see Selene."

"Fine," Tristan agreed.

The next morning, Camille rose early for her usual routine. A brisk thirty-minute run through the quiet streets of Lucerne cleared her mind before she returned for breakfast.

By the time she arrived at the law firm, Gabriel was already waiting.

He lifted a hand in greeting when she walked in.

Lucas Vaughn, the attorney Gabriel had recommended, sat across from her. As she settled into her seat, his assistant poured her a cup of steaming tea.

Without preamble, Camille slid the divorce agreement across the polished mahogany table.

Lucas accepted it, and Gabriel—who had known him for years—leaned in to skim the contents.

His eyebrows shot up at the first clause regarding Chloe's custody. His gaze flicked to Camille, searching.

He remembered Chloe from years ago. Back then, Camille had spoken of her daughter with nothing but adoration. Every conversation had revolved around the little girl.

But since her decision to leave Damien and return to NovaSight Labs, Chloe's name had never crossed Camille's lips again.

Gabriel had already pieced it together. During Chloe's time abroad with Damien, she must have grown attached to Selene—or worse, done something unforgivable.

The fact that Camille hadn't even mentioned custody in her demands told him everything.

He didn't press. Camille was gentle, but her emotions ran deep.

For her to willingly let go of her own child meant she had been pushed beyond her limits.

With that realization, he turned his attention back to the document.

A low whistle escaped him moments later. "This much real estate? Damn, Damien isn't holding back."

Camille sipped her tea, silent.

Gabriel flipped through a few more pages before leaving Lucas to his work. Instead, he shifted closer to Camille, engaging her in a hushed discussion about her latest research paper.

Their conversation was a rapid exchange of technical terms and theories, leaving Lucas's assistant utterly lost.

Lucas, however, remained focused, meticulously reviewing every line of the agreement.

An hour later, he finally looked up. "I've gone through everything. There are no issues here—in fact, it's overwhelmingly in your favor."

Camille stilled. "Explain."

"The cash settlement is straightforward. The properties listed have no ownership disputes," Lucas clarified.

"As for the company shares Damien is transferring to you, the agreement explicitly states you're only entitled to annual dividends. Any legal liabilities, compensations, or obligations fall solely on him. You're completely protected."

Camille blinked, momentarily stunned.

Gabriel, however, nearly choked on his coffee. "You're sure you read that right? Damien Harrington being this generous?"

Lucas smirked. "Are you questioning my expertise, Gabriel?"

"Not at all," Gabriel muttered. "It's just... hard to believe."

Camille recovered quickly.

Throughout their marriage, Damien had been distant, offering her neither warmth nor support.

But she knew him well enough to understand one thing—if he decided to give something, he ensured it came without strings attached.

That was why she'd wanted the agreement reviewed. Not because she distrusted him, but because she needed to be certain there were no hidden pitfalls.