"If she jumps, let her," Evelynn says, voice flat. Sabine's scream cuts the room. "Don't you dare say that!" she spits, fingers white on the windowsill. "Then stop holding on," Evelynn answers. "You're not solving anything by threatening a show." Liam rushes forward. "Sabine, get down right now. Evelynn, don't push her." Hernando's hands shake. "Evelynn, please. Give her the house. For your mother—" Holland coughs once, thin and fragile. "She's pregnant. Think of the baby." Sabine kicks out a foot as if the floor might swallow her. "I will ruin you. I will make the whole town hate you. I'll divorce Liam. I'll post everything. Nobody will hire your precious little company after that." Evelynn looks at Sabine like she is a problem to be solved. "You're standing on the windowsill threatening a pregnant woman and staging a viral stunt. That will never be 'everything.'" "You say that because you're heartless!" Sabine screams. "You're cold. You don't care about family!" "Family doesn't put knives in people's hands and then cry when the handles cut them," Evelynn says. Liam reaches for Sabine's arm. She jerks away, slaps his hand, and presses the heel of her palm into the sill. "Don't touch me! I will jump!" "Then jump," Hernando says, voice small. He backs away as if the window might recoil. Evelynn's jaw tightens. "Let her go," she repeats. "Or call someone who can