CHAPTER 275
The sterile smell crowded the hospital rooms even more overpowering here, the bright lights above showing an almost clinical coldness over everything. Katherine Rogers lay motionless, her frail body tucked under white sheets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of the hospital.

She could hear the soft click of heels on the polished floors as nurses moved past her room, each absorbed in their own duties.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional beep of machines and the distant murmur of voices from down the hall.

She was no longer in control. She had made her decision, albeit reluctantly, and now she was here at the mercy of the Peterson’s empire. The cold realization settled in her chest like a stone. The very people she had spent her life trying to outmaneuver were now the ones holding her fate in their hands. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Katherine had been transported to a private suite, the kind of room that could only be afforded by the rich and influential
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