Chapter 62
Anna’s POV:
The day after I was at the hospital, my mom’s phone was ringing off the hook.
Every thirty seconds, another name from BlueWave Technologies board or investor list lit up the screen. I answered the first few calls, only to be bombarded with demands.
This is unacceptable!‘ barked one investor. “The company is in free fall. We need an emergency meeting. Now,”
After the fifth call, I silenced the damn thing and shoved it deep into my purse. They could wait. My mother couldn’t.
The doctor didn’t sugarcoat it. His face looked like he was delivering a death sentence–which, essentially, he was.
“Ms. Anderson, I’m alaid your mother’s brain damage is worsening. With the current medical capabilities here in the States, we’ve done everything possible. I can only recommend continuing conservative treatment.”
Conservative treatment. Doctor–speak for “prepare for the worst.”
I made my decision within the hour. If American medicine couldn’t save my mother, I’d find someone who could. I arranged for one of Wright Group’s private jets to fly her to Switzerland’s top neurological center.
At Logan International, I texted Blake before boarding:
[This time, I need to start over. If possible, I hope we can both return to where we began.}
I’ll bow to the Wright family. I’ll ignore Claire and her bullshit. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just let Mom live. That’s the only thing that
matters now.
I checked my phone obsessively during the rushed preparations. Nothing. Even as the plane roared down the runway, my screen remained dark.
The coffee shook in my hands, spilling over my fingers. I barely felt it.
After a week in Zurich, the medical team delivered their verdict: they needed to perform a high–risk craniotomy. They’d temporarily remove part of my mother’s skull to relieve the brain pressure.
I stared at my mother, frail and connected to countless tubes, her appearance changed so drastically in just a week.
I signed the consent forms alone, my signature shaky. As they wheeled her into surgery, I stood in the hallway, completely alone.
No one can understand that kind of fear. Nothing surrounded me but the sterile hospital corridor – no familiar face, no hand to hold. Just me, making life–or–death decisions for the only family I had left.
The surgery lasted twenty–six hours. When the lead surgeon finally appeared, his careful phrasing told me everything.
Technically, the procedure was successful.”
I clung to those words, watching my mother in recovery, waiting for her to wake up. But the monitors her back to the OR multiple times.
alarming. They rushed
When I was alone, I remembered something my mom used to say: that money could solve anything in this world. I pulled out my company’s dividends and all of her savings.
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“I want to donate everything in my personal account to the hospital research foundation, I told the administrator. After co my mother’s treatment, put the rest toward neurological research,”
I was ready to test that theory
its limits.
She didn’t make it past the seventh day after surgery.
I disappeared for two weeks. Emily called me constantly, leaving dozens of messages i couldn’t bear to hear. When I finally checked my voicemail, I learned Michael had been reinstated at his position, and Seth had taken back control of EcoMarine Group. The company was up and running again.
Yet when it was time for me to keep my promise and return, Blake couldn’t find me.
Initially when I wanted to answer, Blake hadn’t called. Later, with my mother in surgery, I no longer needed to rely on him. Blake couldn’t give me physical support or any emotional comfort when I needed it most.
By the time I receive another message from Blake, BlueWave Technologies‘ controlling interest had already transferred to the Wright name.
I guess Blake wanted to know my whereabouts too, because when I finally called him, he answered almost immediately.
His first words were a cold accusation: “Anna, are you messing with me?”
“No.”
My voice came out flatter than I expected.
His tone was icy with contempt, speaking cruel words as if chatting with a stranger.
“If I hadn’t made my move on BlueWave, who knows how long you would have kept hiding.”
“My mother is gone. What would I want with BlueWave for? Do whatever you want with it.”
My voice remained steady, like a flatline.
A long silence filled the phone line.
I thought I would cry, but strangely, not a single tear would come.
“Blake,” I said, “could you please come pick me up and take me home? Just this once?”
He remained silent, finally responding after what felt like forever, “Anna, what are you playing at now?”
“Just once, please…”
Blake showed up the next day in his private jet. When he saw me, something in his expression changed. He pulled me into a hug – something I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.
“Anna, if you need to cry, just let it out.”
“Blake. I can’t cry anymore.” My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.
“Blake, I have nothing left. Only you.”
His face stayed composed, but his actions revealed a concern I hadn’t seen in years.
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My mother was wrong, Money can’t fix everything.
The thought left me empty. BlueWave meant nothing to me now.
I’ll go back to Blake’s side. I’ll collect new evidence, gain control of more assets. Then I’ll visit your grave and tell you how much wealth I’ve reclaimed for you. I’ll take back everything the Wright family owes us!
On the day of the funeral, Blake stood beside me as we buried my mother next to my father in Boston. A light rain fell as the business elite showed up to pay respects – including the BlueWave shareholders who wouldn’t stop calling the hospital.
I slid my wedding ring back onto my finger.
Blake arranged for me to be named CEO of BlueWave Technologies a title with no real power.
After the service, I needed air. The cemetery was quiet except for raindrops hitting leaves. I stepped away from the crowd, just needing a moment alone.
I never heard them coming. A hand clamped over my mouth from behind, and I was dragged into the shadows beneath the trees at the cemetery’s edge.
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