Chapter 8
An hour later, Ethan was transported to a private, heavily guarded floor at Massachusetts General Hospital.
Federal agents stood guard at every elevator entrance, while William sat beside his son's hospital bed holding a cup of untouched coffee.
Clara stood by the window, watching the rain pour over the Boston skyline.
"The poison used on Ethan was a rare neurotoxin developed by a rogue pharmaceutical firm in Switzerland," Clara reported.
"It leaves no trace in standard toxicology reports, which is why the coroner signed the death certificate without an autopsy."
William’s jaw clenched tightly. "Who owns that pharmaceutical firm, Clara?"
"Vanguard Global Holdings," Clara answered, turning around to face him. "A company controlled by your ex-wife, Victoria Vance."
William froze, dropping his coffee cup onto the carpet as the dark truth hit him like a physical blow.
Victoria had left Boston ten years ago after a bitter divorce, taking half her fortune to build an empire in Europe.
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"She tried to kill her own son?" William asked, his voice cracking with unbearable pain.
"She didn't want him dead because she hated him," Clara explained softly. "She wanted him dead so she could seize his inheritance shares and take total control of Vance Financial."
