“It names Cole as the sole primary trustee for all minor children,” I said.

“Correct,” Daniel said softly.

“If you sign this truce, Cole gets complete control over Noah and Lily’s trust payouts until they turn twenty-five.”

“He lost control of my inheritance because of my grandmother’s emergency freeze,” I said, the realization clicking into place.

“So he’s trying to grab the babies’ money instead.”

“He can’t get to your main funds,” Daniel said, capping his pen with a faint metallic click.

“So he wrote a document that would let him skim the children’s quarterly dividends under the cover of joint custody.”