“So that’s it then.” Aaron’s tone made it clear—she was on her own. He wasn’t going to step in anymore.
“NO!” Amelia snapped. “You can’t just walk away from this! If even you won’t help me, I’m done. The studio’s done!”
She stormed up to his desk, planting both hands flat on the surface. Aaron looked up at her, calm as ever.
“You saw your ex-husband on your way out, didn’t you?”
Her blood turned to ice. Don’t tell me Noah came here just to throw me under the bus. Her heart thudded. She nodded slowly. “What did he say to you?”
Aaron spun the pen in his fingers, voice still light. “Nothing much. Just mentioned your studio. Said he’s planning to reclaim ownership. Also told me to stay out of it.”
Her pupils shrank. She slammed her palm on the desk. “He has no right!”
“I’d like to know
