Chapter 10 - The Pediatric Hospice Connection
Mara slammed the door shut in the lawyer's face, turning the deadbolt twice with trembling hands.
Four hundred million dollars?
Leo had worked twelve-hour shifts at a children's hospice in Austin, driving a ten-year-old sedan that broke down every month.
He had lived in a tiny apartment, worried about grocery bills, and cried over patients he couldn't save.
He had walked away from an unimaginable fortune because he despised everything his family stood for.
And now, his brother Grant wanted to drag his memory through the mud of corporate greed.
"Mom, why were those men talking about me?" June asked, her eyes filled with tears of confusion.
Mara pulled her daughter into a tight, desperate embrace, burying her face in June's soft hair.
"They want to take us away from our home, sweetie," Mara whispered fiercely.
"They think money can buy everything... but they can't buy our family."
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Suddenly, Mara's hospital pager buzzed loudly on the kitchen counter, breaking the heavy tension.
It was the director of the Austin Pediatric Hospice, calling with an urgent administrative alert.
