HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

I looked at my son.

“I am trying to stop the company from taking something that belongs to you.”

“My robot?”

“Your future.”

Owen glanced toward his father.

Graham’s expression softened instantly.

It was one of his most effective talents—the ability to become tender when witnesses appeared.

“Your mother is upset,” he said. “Adults sometimes use legal language continue reading …