She was sitting at the table, surrounded by papers. She was reading the French hospital documents—the ones Julian had forged.
We can't stop the DNA result, Anaïs said, tapping the paper. But we can attack the character. Julian is claiming he is a fit father. He is claiming he supported me.
She looked up.
Bastian, did Henri send the package?
Bastian blinked. The ring? Yes. It's arriving at the hotel tomorrow.
Get it here, Anaïs ordered. That ring is proof. It proves I sold my assets. It proves Julian didn't pay for the birth. If we can prove he lied on the affidavit, we can file for a stay of custody based on fraudulent testimony.
It's a long shot, Adrian noted. A judge might still say biology trumps money.
It buys us time, Anaïs said. Maybe 24 hours. Maybe 48. Enough time to find the real evidence.
What real evidence? Bastian asked. The cameras are gone.
Anaïs stood up. She walked over to the window.
