“Naturally,” Michael said. “I am the trustee of the family estate. I manage the liabilities.”

“You let him drown so you could use him as leverage against me,” I said.

Michael did not deny it.

He simply shifted the pen in his fingers, offering it to me once more.

“If you sign,” Michael said, “I will wire the funds to Daniel’s creditors within ten minutes. He will be clear. If you do not, I will freeze his allowance from the trust entirely.”

“He will go to prison, or worse,” I said.

“That is his choice,” Michael said. “Or rather, it is yours.”

Mara took a step closer to him, her shoulders tense beneath her blue scrubs.

“Get out of this hospital, Mr. Morgan, before I have security drag you out in handcuffs,” she said.

Michael finally turned his gaze to her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Dr. Singh,” he said. “Do not mistake your employment here for actual authority. The Morgan family funded the pediatric wing of this facility.”

“And I run the trauma bay,” Mara said, her voice dropping an octave. “Where your sister-in-law’s victim was treated. I wrote the admitting notes myself.”