I was under anesthesia when it wore off too early. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I heard my son’s wife tell the surgeon: “If something goes wrong, don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.”
“Once she’s gone, the foundation money finally comes through us. We liquidate the properties, move the accounts, and disappear before her lawyer notices anything.”
The surgeon’s voice dropped lower. “This conversation shouldn’t be happening.”
“It’s practical,” Vanessa snapped. “Unless you suddenly don’t want your hospital wing funded.”