Chapter 347
Chapter 347:
“With what army?” Skye asked. “Your grandson is broken. Your reputation is in tatters. And I still have the Ledger p>
Beatrice flinched at the word.
“The police will want to know why Lana was so angry,” Skye continued. “I could give them the copy of the transaction where you paid off her father’s competitors. Or the one where you bribed the chauffeur. It’s all in the book, Beatrice p>
Beatrice’s eyes widened in terror. “What do you want p>
“I want you to bleed,” Skye said simply. “Financially. Publicly. I want you to feel as helpless as my parents did in that burning car p>
“Money?” Beatrice asked, desperate. “Is that it? You want money p>
“I don’t want your money,” Skye said. “I want you to lose it p>
“The Winters family will sue,” Beatrice realized, horror dawning on her. “After this public spectacle… they will sue for millions p>
“Tens of millions,” Skye corrected. “And with the evidence I can provide them anonymously… they will win p>
Beatrice clutched Skye’s arm with a grip that felt like a bird’s claw. “You can’t give them the Ledger. It will destroy the company stock. It will ruin Liam’s inheritance p>
“Liam is already ruined,” Skye said, pulling her arm away. “Look at him p>
She gestured to the ambulance where Liam lay unconscious, hooked up to IVs.
“You broke him, Beatrice. Now pay the price p>
Skye turned and walked toward her car. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
“Mr. Winters?” Skye said when the line connected. “This is Skye Sterling. I saw what happened to your daughter. It was a tragedy p>
She paused, listening to the angry man on the other end.
“Yes, I agree. Beatrice needs to pay. I think you should file a lawsuit immediately. And Mr. Winters? I might have some documents that could help your case. Pro bono p>
She hung up.
Liam’s ambulance sped away, sirens blaring.
𝘋𝗮𝗂𝘭𝘆 𝘂𝘱𝗱а𝘵еѕ 𝘰n 𝖻𝖾.c𝘰𝘮
Skye got into her car. “Follow them to the hospital,” she told the driver.
She leaned back against the leather seat. A vibration buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from the hospital.
ICU Update: Patient Julian Vance. Condition: Stable but critical. He woke up for a moment. He asked for “The Oracle p>
Skye let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Julian was alive.
“Hold on, Julian,” she whispered to the screen. “I’m bringing them down. One by one p>
The emergency room hallway smelled of bleach and old coffee. It was a sensory trigger for Skye. Memories of her previous life, dying alone in a place like this, surged up. She pushed them down.
Liam was behind the curtain in Bay 4. Doctors were stitching his arm and re-packing his abdominal wound. He would live. Unfortunately.
Secretary Lee came running down the hallway, his tie askew, hugging a leather briefcase to his chest like a life preserver. He looked around nervously, spotting Beatrice’s security guards posted at the entrance.
He hurried over to Skye, who was sitting on a plastic bench, checking her phone.
“Ms. Sterling,” Lee whispered, sitting next to her but keeping a respectful distance. “Is he okay? The news is saying p>
“He’s playing the martyr again,” Skye said dismissively. “Did you bring it p>
Lee nodded, his eyes darting to the guards. “Beatrice ordered me to shred the internal files regarding the Winters acquisition. She knows you have the Ledger, but she wants to destroy the corroborating paper trails at the office p>