“No! Oliver, I swear!” Dr. Vance stammered, backing toward the doorway, his hands trembling violently. “I was instructed—I was paid!”
“Paid by whom?!” Oliver demanded, stepping forward.
Before Dr. Vance could answer, the heavy double doors of the East Wing opened, and Oliver’s stepmother, Beatrice Hart, walked into the room wearing an expensive evening gown, holding a glass of champagne.
“Oliver, darling, what is all this noise about?” Beatrice asked smoothly, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on the sterile tray sitting on the table.
Her cheerful smile vanished instantly.
Chapter 3: The Estate Investigation
“Beatrice,” Oliver said quietly, holding up the microscopic device. “Six years ago, after my wife passed away, you recommended Dr. Vance as Sha’s primary pediatric specialist. You managed the family trust agreements that stipulated if Sha were declared permanently incapacitated or deaf before his ninth birthday, full administrative control of the $400 million family estate would transfer directly to you.”
