Vivian looked even more pitiful, his voice trembling with rehearsed fragility: "As long as my brother is willing to come home, I'll give him back his rightful place in the family. I don't want anything for myself..."
The comments section beneath the broadcast was a cesspool of abuse. The public had been whipped into a frenzy, demanding a full investigation into the Dunn family. The Hardings were weaponizing the media and their connections to back us into a corner with no way out.
"Young Heir, we've got a problem!" Harry burst out of the elevator.
"Quinton Harding's here with cops and health inspectors! They're claiming we're holding Thomas against his will and demanding to search the hospital!"
"And there's more. A whole squad of mercenaries has the building surrounded. Our guys can barely hold the line!"
I walked to the window and looked down.
The hospital courtyard was swarming with armed officers and black-clad private security, shoulder to shoulder.
Quinton sat in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around his head, a bullhorn raised to his lips as he shouted up at the building.
"Reginald Dunn! You're surrounded!"