“They wouldn’t give their names to the front desk,” Dr. Shah said.

“But they have corporate identification.”

“They said they have urgent documents for Ms. Bennett to sign.”

I looked at Claire.

Her face had gone completely pale.

She gripped the bedsheet with her hand.

“Don’t let them in,” she whispered.

“I won’t,” I said.

I turned to Dr. Shah.

“Do not let anyone up to this floor without my permission,” I said.

“I am her primary contact.”

“I understand,” Dr. Shah said.

“But they are threatening to involve the hospital administration.”

“They claim the corporation pays for this wing.”

I knew he was right.

The Whitmore Foundation had funded the entire pediatric and intensive care units.

The board had leverage here.

My phone began to vibrate in my pocket again.

I pulled it out.

It was a text from Sarah.

“Daniel, look at the news,” it read.

I opened the browser on my phone.

The headline of the local business journal was already live.

“Internal Strife at Whitmore Corp: CEO Allegedly Misusing Trust Funds for Staff.”

My heart hammered against my ribs.