Lianna turned her eyes directly onto him.

“You came to my mother’s home and told me that,” she said, “when I was seven months pregnant.”

“Mrs.

Prescott, you were provided with financial support from the firm.”

“You offered me a small sum to sign legal waivers I barely understood at the time,” Lianna answered, her voice rising not into a shout but into a quiet, steady strength.

“You told me that challenging a corporation the size of this one would take years, and would leave my child with nothing.”