But David wasn’t finished.
“There’s also Chloe’s birthday present. The rose-colored Mercedes-AMG convertible parked outside the hotel.”
My mother went quiet.
“That vehicle was leased through one of my company’s fleet accounts. I’ve authorized its recovery because it was being used outside the permitted agreement.”
“You wouldn’t dare ruin Chloe’s birthday!”
David looked toward Leo, who lay exhausted beneath his oxygen mask.
“You told my wife to abandon our seriously ill son so she could help entertain your guests. You made it clear that a party mattered more to you than his life.”
For once, Eleanor had no immediate response.
“David, wait. We can discuss this privately.”
“You had your chance to show compassion.”
He ended the call and returned to our son’s bedside. I watched him gently take Leo’s small hand, his expression softening as he kissed our boy’s forehead.
