Edmund had expected to spend the entire evening planning Adrian Beckett’s downfall. He had prepared everything: Beckett Holdings’ recent contracts, their investors, the executives who had grown doubtful after Calden Finance pulled out, even a list of companies the Langhams could pressure without exposing their involvement. All he needed to do was choose where to strike first.
But after refreshing the news page for what must have been the tenth time, Edmund leaned back against the hospital sofa and laughed.
Oliver, who had been sitting by the window while pretending not to watch Sophie sleep, glanced his way. “What?”
“I don’t even have to do anything.”
Oliver raised his brows. “That doesn’t sound like you. A few hours ago, you were ready to turn Beckett Holdings into a cautionary tale.”
