Amelia’s POV
In a couple of minutes, the car comes to a slow stop in front of Lenox Hill Hospital as expected with a soft hiss of brakes.
My driver glances at me in the rear-view mirror, but says nothing.
I’ve been silent the whole ride, one hand clenched around my phone, the other drumming furiously against my knee.
My pulse hasn’t stopped hammering since the boardroom clash at the family company, and for some reason, I'm finding it hard to hold back the rage seething in my veins.
“M—-Ma’am, we’re here,” he stutters quietly.
Without any response. I draw in a deep breath staring out the window, trying to convince myself that whatever decision I’m making now, is for the betterment of the company. And nothing else as they’d all assumed.
“I’d be out in a minute,” I say and then hop
