*SOPHIA’S POV*

He held up a hand

“Sophia, please… this is not about Henna or the past. This is about the future, about the legacy I built, the legacy I want to see thrive,” he said.

“The legacy you built? Or you mean to say the legacy my mom built! The same legacy you almost gambled away, Dad!” I said, my tone rising with each word.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone.

 “I am really sorry about that, but—but Henna… ...