Chapter 9 - Grant Tries To Buy His Way Back In
Late that evening, Grant parked his silver Bentley outside Mara’s suburban townhouse, rushing up the front steps to ring the doorbell repeatedly.
The porch light flickered on, and Mara opened the door just a few inches, holding the security chain in place.
“Mara, please, you have to call off your lawyers; this is getting completely out of hand,” Grant pleaded, running a hand through his hair.
“There is nothing to discuss, Grant; your lawyers can speak to mine at the courthouse tomorrow morning,” Mara said calmly.
“I made a mistake! It was a lapse in judgment brought on by intense pressure from the hospital expansion project!” Grant lied desperately.
“You left our son bleeding on a trauma table while you watched a carousel ride at a birthday party for another man’s child,” Mara whispered.
Grant flinched as if he had been physically struck across the face, his arrogant facade cracking under the weight of undeniable truth.
“I can provide for you, Mara! We can move to London, start over, leave all of this corporate drama behind us!” Grant offered frantically.
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“You couldn't even provide basic human decency when our son’s life was hanging by a thread,” Mara answered before shutting the door in his face.
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