Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise was dumbfounded. Walter’s words were like a slap in the face; his response was not what she had expected from a concerned father.

“Uncle Walter,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, “don’t you have any concern for your own son?”

Walter nonchalantly took a sip of his wine, his smile never faltering. “Concern? What’s there to be concerned about? Didn’t you all say he’d wake up eventually?”

Cherise’s anger simmered just below the surface. “Well, yes, we said that…”

“So, isn’t that settled then?” Parcia interjected quickly. “He’s not in any immediate danger, he’s not dying, he’ll wake up eventually, it’s no big deal.”

Cherise stared at them, speechless.

“While Zac’s not dying, I understand Mr. Lenoir is principles. Since you’ve come to apologize,

have a business proposal for

simple: thirty million in compensation, and we’ll call it even. No one at Miles Manor will ever breathe a word about Zac being injured saving your wife or any debt you owe us. I’ll even publicly declare that Zac’s

a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, Damien, thirty million seems like a fair

his life in a coma. Yet, his own father sat there bargaining like it was just another business deal. The audacity of it all

think you misunderstood, Mr. Miles. We came to apologize,

have an

Mr. Lenoir can simply transfer twenty million to

fists, her voice trembling with anger. “So, you expect us

What a misunderstanding! We never demanded money. We’re happy to accept whatever Mr. Lenoir decides to give us. I can personally collect the money at your convenience, no