EMERALD
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. This was not just about me, it was about something bigger. Leonardo had a long-standing personal vendetta against Marcus. And I was the key to his revenge.
"You're using me," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"We're using each other," he countered. "You want to bring him down, and I want to bring him down. The only difference is, I have the tools to do it. You are the proof, the living evidence. I can tell them about your amnesia, your cognitive issues, and your miraculous recovery, and they will believe me. They will believe the doctor. They won't believe Francesca, but they will believe me."
He was right. I was a patient, and he was my doctor. A rather perfect duo even if he was just using me as a stepping stone to bring Marcus dow
