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Chapter 673
Chapter 673:
“Copy that,” the hacker replied.
Isolde watched the encrypted file transfer onto her secure hard drive. She dragged it into a folder labeled Endgame and leaned back in her chair, staring at the screen.
Her heart beat with a steady, lethal rhythm.
Grayson had just placed his neck in a noose. And whenever she was ready, Isolde was going to kick the chair out from under him.
The smell of industrial bleach and sterile alcohol was suffocating.
Isolde practically ran down the long, brightly lit corridor of Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital’s oncology wing. Her heart hammered against her ribs in a frantic, terrifying rhythm.
She had received the call from her mother twenty minutes ago. Uncle Arthur’s liver failure had taken a sudden, violent turn for the worse.
𝖠𝖽𝖽і𝖼𝗍i𝘃𝘦 𝘴𝘁𝗈r𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝗼𝗻
Isolde turned the corner and saw the heavy glass doors of the Intensive Care Unit.
Her mother, Ellyn, was sitting in a plastic waiting room chair with her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent, agonizing sobs.
Isolde rushed forward and dropped to her knees in front of her. She wrapped her arms around Ellyn’s waist and held her tight.
“Mom, I’m here,” Isolde whispered, her own voice trembling. “What did the doctors say p>
Ellyn raised her head. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen.
“His liver is completely shutting down, Izzy,” Ellyn choked out. “They need to put him on a specialized MARS dialysis machine immediately to filter the toxins from his blood. But the hospital administration just blocked the procedure p>
Isolde’s brow furrowed. “Blocked it? Why? The Carson family medical trust has millions in liquid assets p>
Before Ellyn could answer, the sharp, arrogant click of expensive leather shoes echoed down the hallway.
Isolde turned her head.
Walking toward them was Keyon Carson. Her biological father.
He wore a tailored suit and looked entirely unbothered by the fact that his former brother-in-law was dying behind the glass doors. Trailing half a step behind him was a thin man carrying a leather briefcase — a litigation attorney.
Isolde stood up. Her blood turned to ice.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice dropping to a lethal, quiet register.
Keyon stopped a few feet away and offered a smug, condescending smile.
“I am here to protect my assets, Isolde,” he said smoothly.
He gestured to the lawyer. The thin man opened his briefcase, produced a thick stack of legal documents, and held them toward Isolde.
“As of 8:00 AM this morning,” the lawyer recited in a flat, nasal voice, “Mr. Carson filed an emergency asset preservation injunction in family court, pending the finalization of the divorce settlement.” He adjusted his glasses. “The judge granted a temporary freeze on all joint accounts — including the Carson family medical trust p>
Isolde felt the air leave her lungs.
“You froze the medical trust?” she whispered, staring at Keyon in absolute horror. “Arthur is dying. If he doesn’t get that machine today, his organs will shut down from the toxicity p>