Miranda’s POV:
Her praise made me blush shyly. “The thing is, I’m working on this doctor. He’s clinically dead but…well I just remembered that you used to know him. And I figured you’d be the best person to ask.”
She went silent for a few and tense seconds. “Who is this doctor?”
“Winston Valentine. Do you know if he actually died? What was he like when—“
“Darling, forgive me for cutting you off. Can you reject a case?”
I frowned in confusion, “Yes I technically can, why?”
“Reject this one.” Her voice had become firm and cold, and I was speaking not to my mother but to Morgan Fontaine, the ruthless CEO. “Drop it. Fast. Do not concern yourself with anything concerning that man,” she spat out the last words like it was poison.
“Mom why? What happened?”
“Do as I sa
