Mr. Blackwood's eyes lingered on Catrin's signature, the faintest curl of satisfaction tugging at his lips.
"Thank you, Mrs. Quinn. With your signature, the rest of the procedure will be smooth. You can expect to receive the divorce certificate by the end of this week itself."
He carefully closed the file, tucking it into his bag with practised precision. Then, as if remembering something, he glanced back at her, his tone almost casual.
"Regarding the assets and properties —my client has done his best. You have been granted the shares of the company, along with several assets and properties. Just this …" His gaze drifted around the villa, deliberate and cutting. "... this house will not be yours. Since it represents the Quinn family, it will remain with my client."
Catrin's breath caught in her throat, but she said nothing. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the sofa she was sitting on.
