Chapter one hundred and eighty-two: the door swung open.

"He is your son too. Are you seriously going to kill your son?" Bruce could not believe his ears.

Claire scoffed. "He is your son. Not mine. According to the contract I signed, you did not need a mother for your son. You only wanted an heir. You planned on paying me off so I could leave the child I would give birth to with you."

"He is your blood. Don't tell me you're this heartless."

"You know what poverty is like. You know what being powerless is like and what being powerful is like. So you should understand when I say that I want power and money. I want to teach those who have ever looked down on me a lesson. I want to be able to get what I want whenever I want. I want people to look at me with respect. I want the kind of money you have without being at your mercy."

"Claire, don't I give you what you want whenever you ask?"

"You can wake up one day and decide you don't want our marriage again. What should I do then? I refuse to be at the mercy of a man. I want to have your money. I