Debbii had given my mom a large dose of experimental, unapproved drugs before the surgery—that drug sabotaged the surgery!
Worse, Bryson had known it all along!
I wiped away my tears, pulled out the divorce agreement we’d signed before the wedding, and took out my phone.
“Take back all assets and funding we’ve granted Lundeberg Corporation. At the upcoming project bid next week, disqualify them. Use my shares in their company; make sure their stock falls!” I ordered.
“In seven days,” I swore, “Bryson won’t have anything left!”
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Hedy’s POV
I made up my mind. I handed the evidence over to my brother, choosing instead to stay behind at the hospital to take care of Mom.
What I hadn’t expected was that, later that very night, I would lose all contact with him.
Just as my panic reached its peak, Bryson appeared before me—dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, radiating an untouchable air of superiority.
“The evidence your brother submitted to the cops,” he began coldly, “I’ve already suppressed it. Now, you will write a letter of forgiveness. State that Debbii never intended harm, that you understand her.”
As he spoke, he placed my mom’s hospital bill right in front of me.