"Here's what I propose. I'll allow you to think it over for a day. I'll come back tomorrow at this time, and I hope you will give me an answer then."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"No need," Deirdre called out to stop him, a cold smile playing on her lips. "No need. I can give you an answer now. I won't give her the $30,000. Let's go to court and send me to prison if you're willing."

The lawyer couldn't believe it. He turned around and saw the determination on Deirdre's face, furrowing his brows instantly.

"Ms. McKinnon, I hope you don't come to such impulsive conclusions. Do you know what kind of outcome you'll face once the judgment is passed?"

"I know." Deirdre lowered her gaze. "It's precisely because I know I won't exchange someone else's life for my freedom. Whether it's three years, five years, or ten years, it doesn't matter how long you sentence me. If my child ends up in a welfare institution, so be it. But as long as I can get out, I'll exhaust all means to fin