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That nearly did take her legs from under her and she had to reach out for the back of a chair to support herself as the shock hit home.
‘You’d do that?’ Her voice shook in disbelief.
‘Why not?’
This time he shrugged both shoulders, dismissing her stunned question as totally unimportant.
‘It’s only money. And I can soon make more.’
Only money.
Lucy’s fingers had to clench tight over the back of the chair to keep her from letting her trembling give her away. And at the same time she felt her jaw tighten hard against the impulse to let a cry of distress escape. Of course. Only money. Did she really think that Ricardo was going to let her walk out of here with Marco? Simply hand the baby over to her and let her go?
Never in a million years.
But she had hoped for something. For a hint of recognition that he had recognised how ill she had been to leave her child, that he had seen how she cared for her little boy. A suggestion that he would let her see Marco—have some sort of access to the baby.
‘In return for a quick and quiet divorce, I will give you a small fortune,’ Ricardo stated bluntly. ‘Enough cash to keep you in luxury for many years, without raising a hand to do a thing.’
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