My Mother's Last Letter A Daughter's Revenge on Her Billionaire FatherChapter 1
When my mother pushed open the hospital room door, my father had already half-pulled the oxygen tube from its port.
Grandpa Abbott's hands were skeletal, but his grip on my mother's wrist was iron. "Lori... don't fight him."
Grandma Abbott's clouded eyes fixed on my mother, her lips trembling. "You can't beat him... just go."
My mother was shaking all over. Tears fell onto the white sheets.
She didn't make a sound. She just nodded, over and over.
She'd spent her whole life nodding.
Nodding at the perfume that came home on my father's collar.
Nodding at the assets he siphoned away.
And now—nodding at her parents' death.
My father stood by the window, adjusting his cufflinks.
"The lawyer's coming this afternoon," he said, his tone flat. "Both patients have voluntarily declined further treatment. The paperwork needs your signature."
I grabbed my mother's ice-cold hand.
She lifted her tear-streaked face and shook her head at me once.
But in her eyes, I saw something catch fire.
...
I squeezed her hand tighter.
Then she let go.
She wiped her tears, walked over to my father, and stood before him.