Chapter 13 - The New Offer
Hannah took the document from his hands, her eyes scanning the official letterhead.
“Director of Neurological Research at the Mercer Medical Foundation,” Hannah read aloud, her voice trembling slightly with overwhelming happiness.
“You saved my life, Hannah,” Grant said, stepping closer to her until only inches separated them. “You saw the truth when everyone else accepted the lie. I want you to head our new foundation to help victims of medical fraud and nerve trauma.”
Hannah looked up into his clear, dark eyes, feeling her heart beat wildly against her chest.
“I accept the job, Grant,” Hannah whispered softly. “On one condition.”
Grant’s brow furrowed in amused curiosity. “Name it.”
“No more dark study rooms,” Hannah smiled warmly, reaching out to gently touch his sleeve. “You belong in the light.”
Grant laughed—a deep, resonant sound that filled the grand office with warmth—and reached out, taking her hand gently in his large, tattooed palm.
May you like
He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss against her knuckles.
👉 Three months later, a grand celebration was held at the Mercer estate.
