“She knew the only way you might even consider taking them was if money was involved,” he said quietly.
“And even then… you still left.”
His father flinched.
“That’s not—”
“It is,” Cade snapped.
“She literally tried to bribe you to be a father.”
His father rubbed his face with both hands.
“I tried to do better, Cade. It just took me longer than it should have.”
“Eleven years?” Cade said.
“What made you come back now?”
His father gestured toward the envelope.
“The trust.”
“I wanted to make sure you knew about it.”
Cade stared at him.
“What do you really want?”
There it was.
That familiar look Cade remembered from childhood.
Calculation.
“I’m not asking for all of it,” the man said quietly.
“Just some. I’m sick, Cade. Really sick. Medical bills… I just thought maybe—”
Cade almost laughed.
“Even if I wanted to, I can’t give you a cent.”
His father blinked.
“But you’re their guardian.”
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