Anger and jealousy rose in Adrienne's face at Hazel's words, and Winston stepped in before his eldest made things ugly.

"I think we're done here, Hazel," Winston said gently, offering his hand to his wife. "We've made it clear to Miss Cabot that we intend to purse our legal rights, and she's made it clear that she objects. You're quite right, dearest, the judge will sort everything out."

He inclined his head towards Emma's lawyer, acknowledging the stalemate. For now. "Miss Cabot. Emma."