Chapter 9 - The Father’s Desperate Attempt to Buy Off Me
Later that afternoon, a heavy knock echoed against the door of Emily’s hospital room before it slowly opened.
My father walked in, looking older, smaller, and uncharacteristically humbled without his custom tailored suit.
“Ryan, we need to talk like civilized men without involving outsiders and lawyers,” my father began quietly.
I stood up immediately, stepping between him and Emily’s hospital bed to block his path.
“You have no right to be in this room, and you have zero business speaking to my wife ever again,” I snapped.
“Chloe is sitting in a jail cell because of a silly family disagreement over paperwork!” he whispered harshly.
“She beat a pregnant woman with a leather strap over stolen money; that’s not a disagreement, that’s a felony,” I retorted.
My father pulled a thick checkbook from his jacket pocket, slamming it onto the bedside table in frustration.
“Name your price, Ryan! Two million? Five million? Just drop the charges and sign the trust over!” he hissed.
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“Get out of this room before I call hospital security and have you thrown out in handcuffs,” I warned coldly.
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