Chapter 8 - The Cornered Snake
Dr. Harrison backed away half a step, clutching his leather bag tightly against his chest. “Poison?! This is slander! I am the head of the State Neurological Society! I have treated your family for two decades!”
“And for two decades, you’ve been taking kickbacks from Eleanor,” Ethan said coldly, pulling out a printout of the bank ledger Claire had copied from the safe.
The paper showed monthly wire transfers of $150,000 sent directly from Noah’s medical trust fund into an offshore shell account owned by Dr. Harrison.
Dr. Harrison’s face drained of color as he looked at the wire transfer receipts.
“If Noah stayed paralyzed, Eleanor remained the legal executor of the $50 million Caldwell healthcare trust,” Ethan explained, his voice lowering into a deadly growl. “And you received a ten percent cut every single month to keep him sick.”
At the top of the staircase, Eleanor stepped out from behind the curtain, her eyes wild with panic.
“It’s a lie! He forged those documents, Harrison! Don't let them intimidate you!” Eleanor shrieked from above.
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Dr. Harrison turned, looking up at Eleanor with pure venom in his eyes. “Shut up, you foolish woman! You told me the maid was incompetent! You said she wouldn't notice!”
👉 The doctor’s accidental admission echoed through the cavernous hall like a thunderclap!
