The air in the executive suite turned to lead around me. One moment we were celebrating our legal victory, and the next, silence swallowed everything whole. I could hear my own heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
Lucian's hand went cold on my waist. He pulled back, his eyes scanning my face as though he were looking at a complete stranger.
"Lucian?" My voice came out thin, fragile. "What do you mean? You said it was impossible."
He didn't answer me. He walked to the window, turning his back, his shoulders coiled like a predator about to snap. The man who had just dismantled a media empire looked utterly destroyed by a single sentence from a medical report.
"After the crash," he began, his voice low and jagged, "the internal injuries were extensive. The doctors
