The Stolen Legacy: A Genius Heiress Returns

r stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the grey Boston skyline blurring behind the rain, her hand frozen halfwa

ght, the pixels sharp against the glo

d across the

is Dr. Evans. You n

Harper's voi

ipated. We're running out of runway, Harper. If we don't move her to a facility t

ed wasn't empty; it was heavy, filled w

t of absolute, terrifying clarity. The cursor on the screen continued

She looked at the digital document she had started that morning. It was a resignation letter. Befor

tered. The golden han

take of breath, she hit the backspace key. She deleted the word "Sincerely." She

hing. She sim

cant in the grand scheme of corporate pol

al grinding that drew the attention of the analyst in the next cubicle. He looked up, adjusting his glasses, but Harper didn't make eye contact.

e touch. She picked it up, the edges crisp against

ed the sound of her heels, but the pounding in her ears was de

margins and quarterly projections. He barely glanced at her.

expanse of wood that cost more than her mother's car, and slid the pa

ting her immediate departure-then up at her. His eyebrows drew together, cr

lair? Are the guys at

as steady, surprising even her

ing behind her back. She wasn't leaving just to nurse an old woman. She was leaving to sta

the word was a foreign currency he

nd I'm cashing out my va

bullpen, and into the elevator. When the doors closed, cutting off the view of the l

into her trench coat, plastering her hair to her cheeks. She didn't open her umbrella. Sh

sharp. "St. Mary's," she order

l they bled, the sting grounding her. She pulled up the bank app on her phone. The numbers were tight. With the move, t

he smell of antiseptic hit her like a ph

machines around her were loud, beeping and whirring, breathin

pered. Her eyes wer

e's hand. It felt like dry parchment, frag

looked tired. "We have her stabilized for travel, Harper.

s wide. "New York," she said

e's the best, but his waitlist is six mont

er voice hard. "Arrange the ambulance

Yo

eth Miller's kingdom. It was where he sat on his throne of lies

rong for a moment. "Kenneth..." she wheezed. "Kenneth

n who had abandoned them. The man who had u

im," Harper said

g from the corner of her eye. "For t

e old woman's eyes. She saw the desperation. And beneath

go to New York, yes. She would get Rose that surgery

tile of the corridor wall. She opened her purse and pulled out a cr

ublic. CEO Kenneth M

photo was dazzlin

ils digging into the newsprint until it tore.

," she whispered to

her ran, the air smelled of yeast and cinnamon. It wa

as to the door, her shoulders moving in a rhythmic cadence. She

atching her. "I quit my job, M

ed the counter like snow. She turned around slowly, wiping her h

Eleanor

k. I'm taking Grandma.

mbled. "Harper, no. It's too ex

walked over and hugged her mother.

anor whispered into Harper's hair.

ed back, looking her mother in the eye

couldn't tell Harper the truth-that the danger wasn't just Kenneth Miller. T

ructure of NewGen Health. She traced the lines of ownership, her finger stoppi

ing C

he name. It sou

ke a weapon s