Chapter 120

Silvia "The press will move on to their next scandal soon enough," Sofie remarked, lazily twirling her teacup as the afternoon buzz of Legacy Motors' exclusive rooftop café hummed around us. Her perfectly manicured nails clinked softly against the fine china. I breathed in, catching hints of jasmine from her expensive perfume. Two months ago, sitting across from Sofie Legacy would have sent my anxiety through the roof. Now? After everything with Sherman, the pregnancy, and my life basically imploding? This barely registered on my chaos meter. "Those ridiculous rumors about your internship will blow over," she continued with a dismissive wave. "Media vultures always get bored and find new prey. And your personal life..." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes surprisingly kind. "That's your business, not mine. But if you need anything—anything at all—just say the word." "Thanks," I said, genuinely appreciative but still puzzled. "But I'm still not clear why you wanted to meet. This feels