“Good,” Pamela said, her tone brisk and intensely businesslike. “Remember, keep her calm when she wakes up. Play the doting husband. Don’t let her get emotional, or she’ll start asking questions about the insurance payout and the settlement.”
Underneath the thin hospital blanket, my hands balled into fists so tight my fingernails cut painful half-moons into my palms.
Logan let out a dry, cruel chuckle. “She can’t do anything right now, Mom. She doesn’t even know what day it is. She’s completely dependent on us. The lawyer called an hour ago. The negligent driver’s insurance is settling out of court to avoid a lawsuit. Two million dollars.”
“Excellent,” Pamela replied, clapping her hands together softly. “Once the two-million-dollar settlement clears, we will immediately move it into the offshore LLC I set up last week. You are her husband. You have the medical proxy. You’ll sign as her representative. She won’t understand the documents anyway; we’ll just tell her it’s standard hospital billing paperwork.”
“And her personal savings?” Logan asked, his voice dripping with a casual, sickening greed. “She has over three hundred thousand in her high-yield accounts from her tech job. I want that transferred before she gets out of here.”
