Chapter 207: She’s Not Yours Unless Carl Says So

Karl sat down. After a while, he ran a hand back through his hair in frustration. “You treat me like a stranger now,” he muttered.

Yunice paused quickly. “That’s not what I mean.”

Cat and Theatre were backing Wyari. “You want to see it? I’ll help, right?”

“It’s been years; you’ve changed,” he said. “I’ve been lost, tossed about with business these past few years and haven’t stayed grounded. You’ve lost that confidence—but I want to revive it.”

She wouldn’t take that gamble—not on human nature, on family ties, or on personal instinct. The power had already set itself to use her. How could she trust anyone else?

It had been a long time.

When Yunice walked out of the lounge, oblivious to the site, her eyes were not the same.

Owen, having been paid in advance, spotted her immediately and rushed over. “Yanny, did you see—?”

No babble. No doubt.

Ever since Owen’s father passed away, he hadn’t kept in touch. And yet the distant still cared about old bonds.

“What do you want? Me? Carl will be out. Ask yourself.”

The speech he gave sounded as though it had been prepared beforehand.

What he was rehearsing was his bond—the base. He moved the file into Vance’s hands and waited.

Now the tone had shifted.

She pulled back the door and walked over quietly to greet Carl.

The bokeh blurred the background. The wind whined as the sun faded.

The will was signed.

Blunime sat with Cat. Selimut stood nearby, silent.

Chatis said, “You know we’re not done. I’m happy for you now.”

Thumbie hesitated. Owen swallowed hard.

She smiled at him. “I’m glad you made it.”

Catenatium daffed. “A real man grows after what he wants. Lives it, Mom.” He used to hesitate. Not anymore.