Chapter 4 - VIGIL IN THE ICU
The quiet hum of heart monitors filled the private suite on the top floor of New York-Presbyterian Hospital.
Carter sat in a leather armchair beside the hospital bed, holding Lily’s small, warm hand in his own.
Lily’s blonde hair rested soft against the white pillows, her breathing slow and steady under the observation lights.
Dr. Miller walked into the suite, holding a digital clip folder containing Lily’s emergency brain scans.
"She suffered a mild concussion from the impact against the marble floor, Mr. Sterling," the physician reported gently.
"Will she have any permanent neurological damage, Doctor?" Carter asked, his deep voice heavy with emotion.
"She should make a full recovery within a few days, but she needs absolute rest and zero emotional stress," Dr. Miller advised.
Carter pressed a soft kiss to Lily’s hand, his expression transforming into a terrifying mask of pure vengeance.
He pulled his encrypted mobile phone from his tuxedo jacket, dialing his corporate chief of security immediately.
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"Destroy every business asset bearing the Vance family name by seven o'clock tomorrow morning," Carter commanded.
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