As emotionally at odds as she was right now, Whit could still hear the note of sincerity on Phillip's voice, which at least made her slightly correct what he was saying.
"I don't think you're soulless, I just think your life, your heart, your soul is wrapped in that damn company," she said, slipping her shoes back on. It wouldn't be a crime to everyone, but the de Winter family, her family, would always be an explosive sort of subject at times, especially combining that with Phillip, who was essentially her father's Golden Boy. She'd worked hard to carve a life out for herself that didn't involve being tied to a desk every day of her life and she'd never be the daughter they wanted because of it.
"But all right," she continued, letting out a tired sigh. "We'll figure out a joint custody agreement. I don't want you following me all over, because you could never be happy living like that. So we'll figure something else out. I'll have Leo draft an agreement and we'll go from there."