Meanwhile, tens of thousands of feet in the air, Mr. Vance Sr.'s private jet broke through the clouds, making an emergency landing at Kingsport International Airport. A ruthless reckoning was about to begin.
The emergency corridor at Kingsport Memorial Hospital was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. With his hands wrapped in thick bandages, Ezra sat blankly on the bench outside the emergency room like a walking corpse drained of its soul. His suit was burned and tattered, his face covered in black soot and bloodstains. Mrs. Vance and Sarah cowered in the corner, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
The elevator doors at the end of the corridor chimed open. Two lines of elite bodyguards in black suits filed out and swiftly secured the area. Moments later, Mr. Vance Sr. appro
