As he stared at the unanswered messages on his screen, a growing sense of unease settled in. He stepped out of the auction hall and dialed his assistant.
“Tell the hospital to adjust Mrs. Thornton’s medication. At the very least… she needs to hold on until the end of the year. If necessary, find some specialists abroad. I don’t want Hazel to be upset.”
The assistant, still holding freshly signed documents, turned pale as he scanned the contents. His voice trembled.
“Mr. Granville… Mrs. Thornton is already gone. And… Miss Hazel found out about the medication switch. The funeral is today. Maybe… you should go.”
