The speaker was her stepmother, Linda Anderson, the very woman who had framed her and sent her to prison three years ago.
Lying on the bed, Linda complained to George, "What took you so long?"
"I've been busy with work," George replied, sounding weary. "Couldn't you have asked Edward and Kathy to pick you up? Did it really have to be me?"
"I gotta talk to you about something," Linda said, her tone sharp. "Remember how Kathy told you she ran into your daughter here at the hospital?"
"Yeah, I remember. God knows who she's hooked up with to be able to get out of prison," George said, his tone clearly impatient.
"When are you going to get rid of her? You clearly know if she's still breathing, Gatlin Group won't be yours. Your parents left everything to her in their will. You're just manag
