Edward Sterling.

The man who had tried to buy out Holloway Enterprises three times in the last five years, only to be blocked by my grandfather’s legacy terms.

“Vanessa,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady enough to cut through the quiet room.

She froze, her eyes darting back to me.

“You’re in a hurry to get to the office,” I said, letting my head rest back against the stiff hospital pillow.

“Or is it the Sterling building you need to get to?”

The color drained from Vanessa’s face so fast it looked as if she had been slapped.

Grant laughed, a short, ugly sound that rattled the silence of the room.

“What are you babbling about?” he asked, looking down at me with disgust.

“The medication is clearly making you delusional.”

“Your wife is perfectly lucid, Mr. Holloway,” Margaret said, stepping forward.

I kept my eyes locked on Vanessa, watching the tiny twitch in her left eyelid.

“Ask her, Grant,” I said quietly.

“Ask her why Edward Sterling is asking her if your capital is locked up yet.”

Grant’s smile vanished.