325: Firm Stance

In the shadowed corridor of the Bradford’s stately manor, Emma's steps echoed with purpose. The encounter had been tense, the air charged with old grudges and unresolved conflicts. She had delivered her terms with clarity, despite the man's evident shock and indignation. "Do you realize the audacity of your demand?" the man had sneered, his voice a blend of disbelief and irritation. "No one has ever dared to propose such a claim to me!" Emma, standing tall and composed, met his gaze without faltering. "I understand it's unprecedented, but so are the circumstances. Our family's losses aren't just financial; they're a breach of trust, something I'm here to rectify." The old man scoffed, his demeanor hardening. "Your father must be desperate to send you, his daughter, to negotiate such matters." Unruffled, Emma's response was measured yet decisive. "It's not about desperation. It's about capability. I'm here because I am capable of handling this, unlike others who let emotion