Chapter 4

Carter’s anger only intensified. “What do you mean he gave me everything? Everything I have, I earned myself! Your father should have died years ago. If anything, this happened far too late!”

When this house was built, the finest materials were used for safety reasons. Those same materials had become my prison.

I grabbed every tool I could find and smashed them against the windows. The glass did not even crack.

So, I jumped from the bathroom exhaust window on the second floor.

The ornamental shrubs below cut up both my legs. Blood poured from the wounds.

I ignored the pain and immediately called our family’s private jet service. They told me that one day earlier, Carter had already taken the jet on vacation with his secretary.

I checked the nearest commercial flights—no tickets, nothing.

My father was the only thing keeping me going.

I collapsed on the ground and wept. Years of heartbreak, humiliation, and helplessness came crashing down all at once.

An unfamiliar number appeared on my phone. “Nancy, I am coming to get you.”

It was only when I boarded Wyatt Levy’s private jet that I realized just how badly my legs were wounded.

He bandaged me with a pained look on his face. “Carter is an absolute scumbag. When we return, I’ll make sure he pays for what he has done.”

I let out a sigh. “To be fair, he was nice for many years.”

The expression on Wyatt’s face made it look like he had just swallowed something rotten.

“Well then, I’ll give him a quick death when we come back.”

When we arrived at the hospital, I ran toward my father’s room without a second thought. What greeted me was only an empty bed and the flat lines running across the monitor.

I threw myself onto the bed and wailed, “Dad, how could you leave me? I’ve been through so much. I was waiting for you to wake up and get even for me.”

Wyatt stepped forward and tried to help me to my feet, but I felt as though all my will had been drained away.

“Nancy, it’s okay. You still have me. I can help you. I can help you take back everything.”

I wiped away my tears. There was no time for grief. Even if I was going down, I was going to drag every last one of them down with me. “We’re going back now. Tomorrow is the shareholders’ meeting. We’re going to expose Carter for what he really is.”

Yes. I still had the trump card my father had left me.

I would never surrender.

After returning home, I went straight to the law firm and retrieved the document my father had left behind.

Fortunately, there was still time.

I walked into the conference hall. Everyone looked at me with strange, mocking eyes.

Carter showed no fear. The word “confidence” might as well have been written across his face. At this point, even if I exposed everything he had done, most of the people sitting at that table would still vote for him if it protected their interests.

Beside him, Nikki leaned over and whispered something into his ear. She made her voice loud enough to hear. “So, she’s your wife. When I saw her last time, I thought she was your mother.”

Laughter rippled through the room.

Ben was the first to strike. “Nancy, I let you off the hook last time. What are you doing here again today?”

I raised the document in my hand. “Ben, Carter may have a share transfer agreement, but I have one too. As long as I don’t approve the transfer, the document he’s relying on is worthless.”

I had expected Ben’s attitude to change, but he did not even look at the document. He simply called for security. “Drag her out of here.”

Then, an aged voice came from outside the door. “Ben, is this how you treat my daughter when I’m not around?”