(Richard’s POV)The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was pain.A dull, heavy ache throbbed at the back of my head, spreading slowly toward my temples. My mouth was dry, my body felt weak, and for several seconds, I had no idea where I was.I stared at the white ceiling above me.Then I heard the steady beep of a machine beside my bed.Hospital.The realization came slowly.I tried to move, but the moment I shifted my head, pain shot through my skull.I groaned.“Careful.”I turned my eyes toward the voice.Mr. Holt was sitting in a chair beside the bed.My grandfather's lawyer.He looked exhausted, his usually neat suit slightly wrinkled. A file rested on his lap, but he wasn't reading it. His eyes were fixed entirely on me.When did he arrive Beverly Hills?“You're awake,” he said.I stared at him.“What happened?”He released a breath.“You don't remember?”I closed my eyes.And then everything came rushing back.Anna.The study.The truth about the Chens.Finding out that A
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