I looked at him, feeling no affection, no sorrow, and certainly no fear, only a profound sense of clarity. “You signed those papers while the doctors were reanimating my heart, Grant,” I said steadily, looking him dead in the eye. “You asked how fast you could finalize it before my body was even cold.”
Grant brushed off the statement with a wave of his hand, leaning against the edge of my bed as if he still owned the room. “Business is business, Elena, and lingering medical liabilities are bad for investment capital. I’ve arranged a modest stipend for you, provided you sign full custody of the triplets over to my family estate.”
Before Grant could pull out his settlement papers, Arthur Vance stepped out from the adjoining restroom area, holding a fresh sheaf of legal notices. ✉️ Grant’s attorney immediately froze, recognizing Arthur’s face and realizing that Grant had vastly underestimated the situation. The atmosphere in the room plummeted into an icy silence.
“Mr. Holloway,” Arthur began, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. “Your rush to finalize the divorce outside the ICU constituted bad-faith execution of a marital contract during an incapacitated state. More importantly, executing that document activated the automatic trust transfer clause established by Elena’s family trust in 2018.”
Grant’s smirk vanished, replaced by a sudden twitch in his jaw as he turned to his own lawyer for reassurance. “What is he talking about?” Grant demanded, his voice growing sharp and defensive. “I signed standard dissolution papers drafted by our corporate council! I own fifty-one percent of Holloway Holdings!”
