Blackwood Penthouse - Tuesday Afternoon - 3:47 PM
Emily was reviewing economic data on her laptop, Thor's head resting on her feet, when her phone rang. Unknown number.
She almost didn't answer—unknown numbers were usually threats or complications. But something made her pick up.
"Hello?"
"Miss Blackwood?" A professional female voice. "This is City General Hospital. I'm calling regarding your father, Harold Smith. He's been admitted with a severe heart attack. The doctors have issued a critical condition warning. Your family requested we contact you."
Emily's expression didn't change, but her mind raced. Harold Smith. The man who'd married Patricia while her mother was barely cold in the grave. The man who'd allowed his new family to torment his daughter. The man who'd sold her to Timothy like livestock to protect his precious Stephanie.
"I see," Emily said coolly. "What's his condition?"
