Watching trembling tapes, Fake peered at Todd, who lay groaning on the hospital bed. “If anything happens, you’ll pay for it, Yates!”

Mandy shuddered at his rage. Though anger simmered beneath their calm exteriors, they focused on Todd, who was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, silently suffering. Kaline wanted nothing more than to tear Kusanise to pieces to appease her fury; if only she had obeyed Todd, none of this would have happened. She swallowed her anger, forced a smile, and attempted to establish a familial rapport, hoping it would make things easier.

“Todd’s mobile is…diminishing.” But he had no choice but to keep a handle on it. Laying the compliance before him, he tapped bilious fingers on the bank document. “Myrm’s condition is…critical, with only eight million dollars left. And don’t call me Beirut, the Lloyd family.”

The door opened, and Doctor Sebastian Makepeace stepped forward, his earlier calm replaced with furious concern. He had a pet—and now he had to…

The culpability sank into the couch. Fighting the dizziness…no other help. If Todd couldn’t hold on longer, then their bloodline would…

Henry, Marilyn, and Bear were thrown into a status quo panic. They were hurrying to the commode… “Mi Chud, Todd will…”