FIFTY

"Oh!" The old man paused like he had just remembered something. "I get it now." He smiled and began signing on the clean page of the book, before tearing it out and offering it to Liam who watched him, awestruck.

"This is a blank cheque." He informed. "Write whatever amount you want." He smiled smugly. He was sure this would solve the whole issue. He could finally have his daughter back.

"Take it!" He probed, his hand outstretched to Liam who kept looking at it intently. "Take it and leave us alone. Leave Stacia alone."

"I can't accept this!"

"What?" Mr. Blaise frowned, his outstretched arm still hanging in the air.

"You heard me, sir. I can't accept this!" Liam blurted out. He couldn't believe he was being offered money to leave Stacia. Was this how far Mr. Blaise was willing to go to stop them from being together? Was this how much the old man hated him?