Chapter 82

"Is this the contract?" Lorraine glanced through the document, her brows furrowing together. "Why go through the trouble of making something like this?" "To make you feel more comfortable," I explained, sliding the papers toward her. "You can add any terms you want. For the time being, just consider it as playing a part to help me." I wanted her to feel in control—not like she was being dragged into a deal she didn't want. "Of course, you can say no," I added carefully. "But until this whole mess is cleared up, you might face more judgment from people. The pressure could get worse." Lorraine skimmed the first few pages with pursed lips. Then, to my surprise, she picked up the contract, gave it another quick glance, and promptly ripped it in half before I could finish telling her to sign on the last page of the document. "What are you doing?" I asked, stunned. Her expression softened, and she shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I trust you. I don't need a contract to pro