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“Elena…”
His aged voice trembled with unbearable emotion.
Elena forced her eyes open halfway.
It was Harrison Morrison.
Her grandfather.
The legendary billionaire patriarch her mother had cut out of their lives nearly thirty years earlier. The ruthless financial titan blamed for abandoning the family after years of bitter conflict.
Now the most feared businessman in America dropped to his knees directly into her blood without hesitation.
“My sweet girl…” he sobbed, taking her freezing hand. “Your mother hated me because she believed I abandoned you all. But I never did.” Tears streamed down his weathered face. “After your parents and brother died in that plane crash—the one that killed 123 people—I discovered Richard Whitmore sabotaged the aircraft.”
Elena’s eyes widened weakly.
“He isolated you,” Harrison continued. “Blocked your accounts. Monitored your calls. It took me three years to gather enough evidence from the shadows. Shell companies. Bribes. Corrupted maintenance records.” His voice hardened with fury. “When Lewis received the jade signal tonight… I knew you had finally escaped his lies.”
The paramedics rushed forward.
“She’s crashing! Blood pressure collapsing!” one doctor shouted. “Get oxygen now!”
As they lifted Elena onto the stretcher, Sophia backed herself into the corner like a trapped animal.
“This is insane!” she shrieked hysterically. “Richard will destroy every one of you!”
A federal agent snapped handcuffs onto her wrists.
“Sophia Bennett, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.”
Upstairs, chaos consumed the mansion.
Richard Whitmore stormed down the grand staircase in a sweat-soaked white dress shirt.
“Who authorized this?” he roared arrogantly. “This is private property!”
Then he saw Harrison Morrison standing beside Elena’s stretcher.
Richard froze instantly.
“I authorized it,” Harrison said coldly.
The Morrison name hit Richard like a death sentence.
Every executive in America knew the Morrisons secretly controlled major banks, shipping companies, and political networks across the country.
Richard swallowed hard.
“Mr. Morrison… there’s been some misunderstanding—”
“Misunderstanding?” Harrison interrupted sharply. “Like how Morrison Global collapsed in three days because of your embezzlement?” He stepped closer. “Or how the maintenance records on my family’s plane were altered by one of your paid mechanics?”
Richard’s face turned ghostly pale.
“I have the wire transfers. The emails. The recorded phone calls you made to the airline president the night before the crash.”
“That’s nonsense,” Richard stammered desperately. “Nobody will testify against me.”
“I will.”
Everyone turned.
Daniel stepped forward from the crowd of officers. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut, his shirt torn from being beaten earlier.
But he stood tall.