A week had crawled by, thick with anticipation and unrest. Richard Cross had undergone every medical test the doctors insisted upon—and passed them all with flawless precision, as if sheer willpower refused to let him break down while the storm still raged.
He was discharged from the hospital just after lunch. And the moment his polished shoes touched the interior of his waiting car, the businessman in him snapped back to life, colder and more calculated than ever.
"Let's pay a visit to an old friend," Richard commanded his driver, his tone razor-sharp.
Despite his confinement, Richard hadn't wasted a single hour. Every waking moment in that sterile hospital room had been spent pulling strings, making calls, and shaking the very foundations of the judicial system. His mission had been clear: force the corrupt judge who handled Cammy's divorce to confess to his crimes and expose Duncan's twisted web of deceit.
