Chapter 18 - Nathan Coleman Rebuilds His Family And Trust
Two months later, Marcus and Mason were discharged from the hospital, laughing and running across the lawn. The Connecticut mansion had undergone a complete environmental overhaul, stripping out every wall and duct installed by conspirators.
Nathan stood on the rear terrace, watching his sons chase a golden retriever across the emerald-green grass. He walked over to where I sat reading a book on the patio lounger, his posture relaxed for the first time.
The doctors say their recovery is miraculous; their metabolic panels are completely normal now, Nathan said quietly. I looked up from my book, offering a gentle, reassuring smile to the powerful Mafia boss.
Children are resilient, Mr. Coleman, once the poison is removed from their environment, I replied. Nathan pulled a heavy, sealed envelope from his tailored jacket pocket and laid it gently on the patio table.
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I’ve transferred full equity shares of our charitable foundation into your personal name, Miss Mitchell. I stared at the legal documents in shock, pushing the envelope back toward him across the glass table.
I was hired to be a nanny, Mr. Coleman, not a corporate investor, I stated firmly. You were hired as household help, Nathan corrected softly, but you saved my bloodline when three million dollars failed.
