“I feel a little uneasy about this situation, even though I know it was necessary,” he admitted quietly.
“Save your sympathy for people who deserve it because she is nothing but discarded trash now,” Margaret replied coldly.
“Stop wasting time and prepare for tonight’s investment gala because the rumored CEO of Brooksford Global will be attending,” she added with urgency.
“We need to impress him if we want any chance of survival,” she continued while turning away from the window.
Meanwhile, Elena stood near the curb, struggling to hold her baby steady while trying to flag down a passing taxi in the heavy rain.
Suddenly, a convoy of ten black luxury vehicles came to a synchronized stop directly in front of her, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
People on the street froze in place as the doors opened and a sharply dressed elderly man stepped out with composed authority.
He approached Elena immediately and held an umbrella above her and the baby, shielding them from the relentless rain.
“Welcome home, Miss Brooksford, because your grandfather has been waiting for your return,” the man said respectfully.
Behind him, a group of bodyguards stepped out and bowed in perfect unison, creating a scene that stunned everyone watching.
“The private jet is ready, and we will depart whenever you give the command,” he added with calm professionalism.
Elena slowly turned her head toward the hospital window where her former family still stood watching, but her expression had completely changed.
Her eyes no longer reflected pain or humiliation, but instead carried the quiet authority of someone who had finally revealed her true identity.
“Mr. Harrison, begin the plan immediately and acquire this hospital before the end of the day,” she said in a firm and controlled voice.
“Also cancel every financial agreement connected to the Colebrook family within our banking network,” she added without hesitation.
“As you wish, Miss Brooksford,” the man replied with a respectful nod.
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