“What?”

“I had the lawyers destroy it this morning. Your brother’s debt was cleared months ago. The trust and house are yours regardless of what you decide.”

Chloe searched his face. “You’re letting me go.”

“No.” A shadow of his old intensity returned. “I am giving you the choice to leave.”

“And what do you want?”

Leo looked down at their son. Then he looked at her. “I want you to stay. I want to hear you threaten Vincent’s furniture. I want your teacups beside my files.