Tears streamed down my face. I gripped her hand tighter and made a silent vow. Grandma, I will make him pay the most devastating price imaginable.
A nurse appeared in the doorway and fell silent. After a moment, she brought a clean white sheet and draped it gently over my grandmother.
I refused to let go, clinging to her hand as if holding on could somehow keep her here.
When that kind, ashen face finally disappeared beneath the white cloth, the grief I'd been holding back broke through. The whimper in my throat tore open into wrenching, gut-deep sobs.
Only after every tear had been spent did I release her hand, pull out my phone, and dial Joseph's number.
"Grandma is gone." My voice was shattered, but steady as steel. "Have the contracts ready. I'm going to destroy Stephens Corp. I won't leave him a single cent."
I hung up. Two notifications appeared on the screen at the same time.
One was a calendar reminder for the Stephens Corp anniversary gala tomorrow evening.
The other was a video from my attorney.