Hearing about being sued, Victoria picks up the pen and the papers, her fingers trembling slightly as she hesitates over them.
With the suited man and Henry's eyes firmly on her, pinning her in place, she struggles to keep her composure.
Every fiber of her being wants to resist, wants to refuse, but the reality of the situation presses down on her. She feels cornered, trapped between her anger and the inevitability of the consequence.
Finally, with a tense exhale, she signs the documents. Her face remains a mask of fury, her jaw tight, eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and helplessness.
The moment she hands the papers back to the suited man, a thin line of satisfaction crosses Henry's face, though he doesn't speak. He already knows the outcome, but the quiet finality of her submission brings a weight of relief he didn't know he had been carrying.
The air in the room shifts; it's heavier one moment and suddenly lighter, as if some unseen tension has finally been released.
