“I know my mother kicked you out, and I know she blocked every single attempt you made to see me.”
Catherine gave a dry, hollow laugh, like dead leaves scraping across pavement.
“Does knowing that now actually change anything, Victor?”
The doctor, Dr. Harvey Reed, stepped in with a solemn expression.
“Mr. Williams, your wife is suffering from advanced kidney failure and requires an immediate transplant to survive.”
The floor seemed to vanish beneath Victor’s feet, leaving him dizzy.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” he shouted.
Catherine looked at him with exhausted, hollow eyes.
“Tell you where, Victor?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“The phone number you changed? The office where your security guards laughed at me? Or the mansion where your mother threatened to call the police if I ever set foot on the property again?”
Every sentence struck like broken glass, tearing through every defense he had left.
