I almost never talked about it, because Thomas made fun of anything he didn't consider "real work".
In less than a year, hospitals in Lyon, Marseille and Paris were already working with us.
My grandfather's inheritance had been the final accelerator.
My lawyers had created a trust , legally securing the company and all its assets. Everything was ready… it's just that nothing had yet been made public.
Valérie lowered her eyes towards my son and smiled with a tenderness that contrasted with the tension in the room.
"Congratulations," she said softly. "I came to give you some documents from the board of directors. I didn't know you were giving birth today."
Thomas picked up the file with trembling hands.
He turned the pages without really understanding… until his eyes fixed on a number.
" Two hundred million euros…?" he murmured, almost voiceless.
And so, he did the only thing he knew how to do when he felt cornered: negotiate .
"Clara... my love... I was stressed," he said suddenly, changing his tone. "I came back, you see? I always wanted to make things right."
Valérie raised one eyebrow slightly.
— You came back with your new wife?
There was complete silence.
