Chapter 11 - Mark’s Desperate Betrayal of Victoria
Down in the sterile hospital corridor, being escorted toward the service elevators, Mark suddenly turned on his mother.
“This is entirely your fault, Victoria! You forced me to marry her, and you orchestrated this entire corporate mess!” Mark yelled.
Victoria glared at her son with absolute disgust, her handcuffs clinking loudly against the fabric of her pantsuit.
“I built this family empire from the dirt, Mark, while you were busy spending my money on sports cars and mistresses!” she fired back.
“Shut your mouth! Both of you, keep moving toward the exit,” the state trooper instructed firmly, pushing them forward.
The sharp echoes of their shouting arguments faded away down the long, white-tiled hallway of the medical center.
Back in the private suite, Sarah leaned back against her pillows, feeling the adrenaline finally drain from her veins.
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Uncle Richard poured her a fresh cup of ice water from the bedside pitcher, handing it to her with a kind smile.
“You should rest now, Sarah... the federal marshals have secured the perimeter, and nobody will bother you again,” he assured her.
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