Chapter 17

Evan's POV

I’m on my way out of the house when my phone starts ringing.

It’s Phillippa.

“Hi, honey,” she says softly when I answer. “Did you talk to the nurse? Grandpa is asking.”

“I did,” I reveal. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you on your way back?”

“Yeah.”

“Bring me a coffee, will you? The one here in the hospital sucks.”

“Got it.”

I drop the phone on the passenger’s seat and then drive toward the gates. I know the kind of coffee Phillippa likes to drink and I know the place, too. She likes it sugary and creamy, which is the complete opposite of how I like my coffee.

Julius’ health scare was shocking, to say the least. I really thought the old man would die. It seems he’s tougher than I thought he would be. Now, I don’t exactly care if he dies or lives, but if he died, Phillippa would inherit his shares at the company, and that would benefit me greatly because then I’d have my hands on them too.

I find making money addictive. I guess I can say that I’m this way because of how I