Chapter 7

•Helen's POV•

Nathaniel opened his car door for me, his lawyers heading toward a separate car behind us.

I settled into the seat, my knees shaking slightly from the leftover adrenaline of facing Philip.

Nathaniel slid into the seat beside me, and handed me a cup. “It’s warm tea. I had my driver grab it before we went inside. I figured you might need something hot after dealing with him.”

I took the cup. “Thank you, Mr. Pierce.”

“Nathaniel,” he corrected gently.

He looked out the window for a second before turning his eyes back to me. “You were incredible…