“We don’t need your child support,” I said.

“Is that what your grandmother told you?” Cole sneered, a quick flash of his old contempt breaking through his pale face.

“You think you can live on trust handouts for the next twenty years?”

“There’s a difference between sharing your life and giving up your leverage,” I said.

Cole stared at me for three long seconds, his jaw tightening until a muscle twitched under his cheekbone.

“You’re enjoying this,” Cole said.