Foolproof plan

The mention of the will had Chase bristling with sudden anger. He hated the fact that his father had so easily resigned himself to the idea of being killed off by cancer.

“That is not important right now.” He gritted out. “What is important is that you get your surgery and come out healthy again!”

Richard furrowed his eyebrows. “What is wrong with you, Chase? You are usually the practical one. Getting my things in order, including my will, is the practical thing to do at this point. No one knows what the outcome of the surgery will be.”

“We are fighters. That is what got us this high in the food chain.” Chase countered. “You have to fight this. You already have state-of-the-art hospital equipment, genius doctors and skilled surgeons at your service. All that’s left is your will to fight. Do you really want to leave, like mom did?”

Richard sighed deeply.

“Son. You have Eleanor.”

Chase’s expression visibly darkened at the mention of that woman.

“If you trust Eleanor so much, why have