Chapter 15
“Your father has transferred ownership of the entire Sterling Heights Commercial Tower into a blind trust for Leo,” Arthur explained.
“It generates twelve million dollars in net rental income annually, fully secured under your sole guardianship.”
I looked up at my father in utter shock. “Dad... this is too much.”
“It is not enough,” Vincent stated firmly, standing up from his chair and walking over to my side.
“You lived in poverty while a coward treated you like trash, Lena.”
“My grandson will never know what it feels like to worry about a roof over his head or a meal on his table.”
Before I could reply, the phone on the bedside table began to ring with an internal hospital extension line.
Vincent reached out, picking up the receiver with a sharp, disciplined movement.
“Speak,” Vincent commanded.
The voice of the downstairs security captain crackled through the speaker, sounding unusually tense.
“Mr. Moretti, we have a major situation at the main hospital gates,” the captain reported nervously.
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“A fleet of three armored sedans just pulled up without clearance.”
“The men inside claim to represent the Commission from Chicago.”
