The Price of Pride
Sophia's face contorted in anger, her composure snapping. "That bitch! She's faking it! She—"
"Enough!" Sullivan barked, cutting her off before she could say anything more damning.
The two lawyers turned their attention back to him, their expressions cold.
Sullivan swallowed thickly, hands tightening into fists. "My apologies," he muttered, shooting his wife and daughter a glare that promised consequences later.
Marcus adjusted his cufflinks, unfazed by the outburst. "You should consider yourself fortunate that our client is offering a settlement," he said. "A trial would be far more costly—both financially and publicly."