The hospital room felt like a cage. Caleb returned an hour after being kicked out, his face pale, holding a packet of legal-looking forms.
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Chapter 9 / 10
Chapter 9 - THE BLOODLINE CONSPIRACYI stood behind her, listening.
"What Vane blood, Margaret?" I asked.
She spun around, her face twisting into a mask of pure hate.
"You don't understand anything, do you? Caleb isn't my husband's son. He’s the heir to a fortune that requires a specific genetic marker. And that marker was supposed to be passed down through his own child."
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"You were going to use my child as a biological asset?"
"I was going to ensure my son secured his inheritance," she sneered. "And now, thanks to your little stunt, the lawyers are going to tear this family apart."
