Liam slipped one hand into his pocket. "She only asked for custody of Niki. Maybe she knows she wouldn't win custody of Raffy anyway. At least she's self-aware enough not to bring it up."
"She didn't even try?" Keegan pressed his lips together, contemplative. "That's pretty final."
"Yeah, seriously. Raffy's her own flesh and blood. To just give him up like that… That's cold."
The person on the other end went quiet, the silence stretching out.
After a long pause, he finally said, "Maybe Danielle's wanted out for a while."
Liam let out a short laugh. "Come on, you really believe that? I told you, she schemed for years to marry Alex. For all we know, this could be some kind of reverse psychology—playing hard to get, trying to reel him back in. No one really knows what's going on in her head until the very end."
He paused, suddenly realizing something, and then asked, "Since when are you taking Danielle's side?"
"Enough. Just get over here already."
Keegan replied, "I still have some work to finish up. I'm not coming tonight."
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At the lounge, Alexander's phone buzzed.
He set down his glass, glancing at the hospital notification lighting up his screen.
He'd been the one to arrange Niki's admission.
Now her test results had come through.
He lowered his eyes, quickly skimming the message.
Millie noticed him checking his phone and leaned over. "Alex, what's up?"
He tucked his phone away and reached for his drink. "Just a newsletter."
"Easy on the alcohol." Millie intercepted his hand as he lifted the glass. "Maybe you're happy about the divorce, but you tore up your hand saving Niki, and it hasn't healed yet. You need to take better care of yourself."
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