For your future, for the family name — ”

“You don’t work at Barrett Development anymore,” I said.

“And you don’t get to say the words family name to me.

Not after this.”

“I am your mother!

“And he,” I said, pointing through the glass to where Rosalie sat holding our son, “is mine.

You’ll receive a severance agreement in the morning; my lawyers will handle it, which is fitting, since you’re so fond of them.

And understand me clearly.