The Abandoned Heir

The day before the shareholders' meeting, a speeding car hit me with such force that both of my legs snapped.

My parents were frantic—at least, that's what it looked like on the surface—and flew in over a dozen specialists from abroad. But, despite all the effort, the conclusion remained the same. I might never walk again and would be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

Late at night, I maneuvered myself toward the window, wanting for fresh air. But just as I reached it, hushed voices from the adjacent room caught my attention. My parents. And a lawyer.