Chapter 17 - The Retribution Begins
"GET OUT!" Grant roared. It was a primal, thunderous growl torn from the depths of a man who had been pushed past his limit.
Camille was thrown backward onto the cold tile floor. Her gentle, refined facade shattered completely, replaced by pure, unhinged malice. She wiped a stray strand of hair from her face and let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "Fine! You think throwing me out changes anything, Grant? The group’s assets, the power of attorney—you signed them all over to me last week! You’re just a crippled old man tied to a wheelchair!"
She spat on the floor and stood up, her high heels clicking sharply against the tile as she stormed out. Before leaving, she cast a lethal glare at Ruth. "And you, you nosy little maid... you will regret ever opening your mouth."
The sound of Camille's frantic footsteps faded down the corridor, followed by the roar of an engine speeding away into the night.
When silence reclaimed the estate, Grant buried his face in his large, trembling hands. His broad shoulders shook violently. In Ruth’s arms, little Maisie stopped crying, staring innocently at her weeping father.
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"I’m sorry... Olivia... I’m so sorry, my sweet baby..." Grant whispered through ragged sobs.
Ruth knelt down beside the wheelchair. She gently guided Maisie’s tiny hand into Grant’s rough, calloused palm. "Sir, now is not the time for regret. She won't stop here. We have to protect Maisie and bring the truth to light for Mrs. Olivia."
