“He is bankrupt, he just doesn’t realize it yet.”

The van arrived at the hospital.

The security guard at the private entrance nodded to us.

He opened the heavy glass doors.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nose.

We took the private elevator to the neonatal intensive care unit.

The hallway was quiet.

Through the glass of the nursery, I saw three small incubators.

My babies.

Each one was hooked up to monitors.

Their tiny chests rose and fell with the help of the machines.

I rolled my chair up to the glass.

“They are stable,” a voice said.

Dr. Sterling walked out of the nursery.

He looked tired but smiled warmly.

“We are ready to move them to the private wing,” he said.

“The equipment is already set up.”

“The private transport team is on standby.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” I said.

“Thank the Holloway Trust,” he said.

“They approved the funding ten minutes ago.”

I looked at Margaret.

She gave me a small, professional nod.

“I need to go to the corporate offices now,” Margaret said.

“The board meeting starts in thirty minutes.”