Camila’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “He hasn’t signed them or he refuses to?”
Sophia lowered her gaze for a moment, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m not sure. But I think… he doesn’t want to sign.”
Camila straightened immediately. A sharp breath left her lips.
“Do you think my money and influence are for decoration?” she said, her tone cool but decisive. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
Sophia blinked in surprise. “You will?”
“Of course.” Camila reached out and gently patted the top of Sophia’s head, almost like comforting a child. “If you need anything else, tell me. I’ll take care of you.”
Sophia was still stunned. “No… this is already more than enough.”
Camila picked up her phone from the table and dialed a number. Her expression turned completely businesslike.
A minute later, the call connected.
“I need an appointment at the courthouse for a divorce proceeding,” she said calmly.
There was a pause while the person on the other end responded.
“I’m texting you the details. Look through them and prepare everything. I’ll be at the courthouse in an hour.”
She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her purse. Then she stood and extended her hand to Sophia with a small smile.
“Let’s go.”
Sophia stood as well, taking it.
Camila led her out of the mansion.
Within an hour, they were at the courthouse.
Everything moved quickly. Papers were reviewed. Signatures were processed. Formalities were completed.
Before Sophia could fully process what was happening, it was over.
She stared down at the divorce certificate in her hands.
It felt unreal.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the paper.
She was divorced.
Just like that.
The power of money and influence was something she had never truly understood until now.
She lifted her gaze to Camila, her eyes soft and grateful.
“Thank you, Mrs. Graves,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for helping me… and for understanding.”
Camila smiled gently and reached over, holding Sophia’s hand between both of hers.
“No matter what happens between you and Magnus,” she said in a quiet, warm voice, “you are still the daughter of my dear friend. I will always treat you as my own.”
Her thumb rubbed lightly over Sophia’s knuckles.
