Hannah’s hand falls to her thigh under the table and Caroline knows it’s from surprise. Because Hannah hadn’t asked for that money.

But also Hannah’s hand squeezing at her mid-thigh is… well, really distracting. She can’t say she’s ever gone through a settlement hearing with heat on a low simmer in her stomach, but she guesses there’s a first for everything.

Still, it doesn’t throw her off her game.

“Mr. Dalton is responsible for my client not having had a job in her adult life. He wanted her to be a stay at home mother, promising to provide for her.”

“Which, as the record reflects, he has. Faithfully, for nearly ten years. In those ten years, has your client ever wanted for anything?”

“She’s wanted for a loving husband and attentive father to her child. Faithfully isn’t the word I would have used in your client’s defense.” She aims Michael a look that she hopes shows him at least a fraction of the contempt she has for him inside.

They move on to Michael’s inheritance –

“Your client signed a prenuptial agreement forfeiting any rights to Mr. Dalton’s assets prior to marriage. Frankly, discussing this topic is a waste of all of our time. Honestly, Caroline.”

She knows he’s using her first name in order to impugn her, but refuses to take the bait.

Caroline taps the cap of her pen against her palm, before deliberately pressing it against the folder she has in front of her. “You’d think that, Morrison – however. According to Mr. Dalton’s clients’ financial records that I obtained by my own means,” she aims a look at Michael, who is sitting up higher in his chair. And a smile steals over her face. Gotcha. “Not all of his accounts were listed on said prenuptial agreement. There’s an investment here that’s since been cashed out by Mr. Dalton and re-housed in a different account. Something he neglected to share with me in his own financial records, an honest mistake I’m sure.” She pauses to pull out the information on the account in question. “An account in Singapore that’s worth approximately fifteen million dollars.”

“That’s included in the prenup,” Michael snaps, the vein in his forehead pounding visibly.

She maintains her smile, feeling Hannah squeeze at her thigh again. She wants to look at her, but she forces herself to sit facing forward. “Given that your family’s attorney made quite certain to list all of your families’ investments individually, I’m afraid that this investment was actually not included.”

She slides the copy of the records across the table to Morrison. And the look on his face would likely appear to be unflappable to most anyone else, but she can see by the slightest ticking of his jaw that he is surprised – and pissed off at Michael. Double hit.