“You don’t know how to manage that kind of money.”

Margaret stepped between us.

“Mr. Holloway, you are no longer permitted to speak to my client,” she said.

She pulled a document from her leather briefcase.

“This is an eviction notice for the penthouse on Fifth Avenue and the estate in Greenwich,” Margaret said.

“You have twenty-four hours to remove your personal belongings.”

“The security teams have already been instructed to revoke your access codes.”

Grant took a step toward her.

“You can’t throw me out of my own home,” he said.

“It is not your home,” Margaret said calmly.

“It belongs to the Holloway Family Trust.”

“And the sole trustee is sitting right here.”

I looked at the document in Margaret’s hand.

It was real.

The vast wealth Grant had used to control me was no longer his.

“We need to go to the hospital,” I said, my voice quiet but steady.

“Yes,” Margaret said.

She turned to the nurse who had accompanied me from the ICU.

“Help her back to the transport van,” Margaret said.

“I will meet you at the hospital in twenty minutes.”