A few seconds later, Emily’s frantic voice came through, "Bad news! The hospital says your mom’s in critical condition—you need to get there now!"
As soon as I heard that, I turned and bolted for the door. Nothing else mattered.
But just as I reached it, I hesitated. I spun around and looked at Elijah.
"Can you... lend me some more money?"
Laughter erupted around me.
Elijah slowly lowered the phone, his bloodshot eyes brimming with scorn.
His expression said it all. 'See? You always end up begging me.'
My fingers clenched into fists.
I bit down so hard on my lip that I nearly drew blood.
The hatred between Elijah and me had never been one-sided.
He had driven my father to his death. He had tormented my mother to the brink of collapse.
But maybe... he had only done it to avenge his own parents.
Years ago, when my father founded Perez Corporation, the Ross family had held a 30% stake.
But one day, after an argument, my father decided to cut ties and take full control of the company. The Ross' weren’t fools—they refused to let go of such a thriving business.
So my father set them up. He seized their shares through underhanded tactics. And when Elijah’s father fought back, my father had him killed.