To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 240

Quincy Shelton waited for a while, but still got no response. Growing impatient, he rolled up his sleeves and said, “Why make things so complicated? I’ll just go yank a few strands of her hair for a DNA test.”

“Go ahead,” Zane replied, his answer quick and crisp, barely a second behind Quincy’s words.

Quincy stared, speechless.

Would he really dare mess with that woman’s hair? She was the kind of woman who’d think nothing of murdering her own husband if pushed far enough.

He let out an awkward laugh. “I was just joking, you know. Didn’t expect you to take me seriously.”

…

Hospital. Private room.

Brian woke to find the old woman sitting vigil beside his bed.

Ignoring the ache in his muscles, he forced himself upright.

“Where’s Elara?” he asked.

The old woman’s face was unreadable. “She tried to kill you, and you’re still hung up on her?”

Brian’s expression twisted in pain. “I drove her to it.”

With a cold huff, she tossed a document onto his lap.

“Take a look. Here’s what happened at the company while you were unconscious.”

The board resolution was straightforward:

Given the significant uncertainty surrounding Mr. Vincent’s health, the board has decided that effective immediately, a professional management team will temporarily assume operational control of the company. Mr. Vincent will transition to the role of Vice President.

“For Elara, you made Mrs. Archer terminate her pregnancy. These past days, your father has been working closely with Ellis, lobbying the board, currying favor with the company’s old guard—men who built this business with your grandfather. Their votes carry weight. We may still control enough shares to steer company decisions, but if they all turn against us, there’s nothing we can do.”

Her sharp, commanding eyes—always so full of authority—now seemed drained, clouded with grief.

“As soon as you were admitted to the hospital, Elara spread word across the city that you were gravely ill. Now Ellis has been named Vice Chairman, while you’ve lost all decision-making power. If you stay obsessed with that woman, the two of us will be thrown out of the Vincent family before long.”

Cemetery.

Gage’s burial was a simple affair.

Only Elara and Rose wore black, veils covering their faces. The Lawrence brothers each had black armbands.

Jason was especially attentive, helping Elara to her feet after she knelt to pay her respects.

Brian sat in the car, watching, unable to hide his irritation at the sight.

Yves Caldwell rolled up with a wheelchair. After getting out of the car, Brian sat down; even the short walk from the curb to the grave—barely a hundred yards—was more than he could manage.

But when Elara saw him, her gaze held not a trace of sympathy.

“We’re in mourning, Mr. Vincent,” she said coldly. “If you’re here to pester me about divorce, come back another day.”

“Elara,” Brian’s voice was raw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to speak, “let’s go to the courthouse and make it official.”