Gritting her teeth, Clara followed Wilson into the suite and closed the door.

Wilson walked to the couch and sat down. Then, he picked up a cup of tea on the coffee table and sipped it. "What do you want to talk about? You can't be asking me to give up custody, or are you?"

Clara's eyes flickered. "And what if I am? Can you give up? I'll do anything if you'll give up Yanny's custody!"

"You'll do anything?" Wilson asked, gazing up at Clara.

"Yes!" Clara responded.

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