The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 253

Holbrook's death was a thorn lodged deep in Sawyer's heart.

For days afterward, Sawyer wouldn't let it go. He showed up at the hospital every day, making a scene. On this particular day, his path crossed with the same male doctor he'd clashed with before.

"You again?" The doctor eyed Sawyer, a glint of disdain flickering in his eyes.

The moment Sawyer saw him, his expression turned icy. Without hesitation, he charged forward and swung a fist at the doctor's face. "You bastards killed my father! Give me back my dad's life!"

Before his punch could land, a group of bodyguards in dark suits stepped between them, grabbing Sawyer and pinning his arms.

"If your father was killed, take it to the police," the doctor said, stepping back in disgust and motioning for the guards to restrain him.

Sawyer was forced down onto the coffee table. He clenched his fists and stayed silent. If he had any real evidence, he would've gone to the police long ago—but all he had were suspicions and grief.

He felt himself crumbling. Suddenly, he broke free from their grip and dropped to a squat on the floor, dazed, muttering under his breath, "My dad was so old. Why did you have to hurt him... why?"

his surprise, the doctor walked over and crouched down in front

Goldberg's thin lips parted. "Because you're weak. If you were still the all- powerful Mr. Iverson, your father would still

just loud enough for

managed to choke out, "What did you just

curled into

weeds out the weak first.

my father, is that it?" Sawyer's eyes

out a cold laugh, making no effort to deny

to the inside pocket of

signaled the guards. They pinned Sawyer down again and tore the small

but the guards held him fast. He could only

In your dreams," Lanny sneered. Then, without another word, he tossed the recorder to the floor and ground his dress shoe down on it-again and again—until the plastic

attend to. I'll leave you in the good hands

gave his men a look. "Make sure he's properly 'taken