Gilbert’s expression hardened again as he studied my defiant face. "It seems you won’t learn unless I teach you a real lesson." He pulled out his phone and began dialing. "Pick up Keenan from the hospital," he ordered his assistant coldly. "He’s not allowed to see his mother without my permission from now on."
The assistant hesitated on the other end. "Mr. Morrisan, there’s something I need to tell you. The hospital called days ago—Keenan... Keenan passed away. Your wife arranged the funeral alone."
