Luna's POV:
A day later, I was pruning roses in the conservatory at the Morgan estate on Fairhaven Island.
Our elderly butler approached and reported quietly, "Ms. Morgan, the medical team has reviewed your case. With a little more rest, your voice should come back."
I nodded and typed a line on my tablet.
How are things going over there?
He answered, "As you instructed, we've pulled all the money we invested in Isaac's company. Our international businesses have also ended their partnerships with him. He's here, by the way. Security has turned him away several times, but he refuses to leave. He says he'll wait until you agree to see him."
My shears snapped shut. I clipped off a fading rose.
At 2 p.m., my car pulled out through the estate gates. I saw Isaac through the window. In the
