Darleen froze.
After her eighteenth birthday, her grandfather and parents had transferred a ten-percent stake in the Ferguson Group to her name. And while she had a degree in finance and had been pushed by her father to attend various executive training programs, she hadn't worked a single day since graduation.
The dividends from the Ferguson Group alone were enough to fund her lifestyle for several lifetimes over. Besides, she had her own investment projects. A nine-to-five job seemed utterly pointless.
Darleen studied York's expression carefully. "York, you promised. You said that both me and Claudia would never have to work a day in our lives. You said you'd take care of us."
The memory of Claudia's blissful face when he had promised to support her forever flashed through York's mind, and a bitter smile touched his lips.
He lowered his eyes and was silent for a long moment.
"Come help me at the company," he said to Darleen. "That's the only way I'll be able to focus on getting better."
"I'll train you myself," York continued. "Mark can be your second-in-command. Do a good job, and I'll take you and Mom and Dad to Europe at the end of the year. I'll pay for everything."
The money was secondary; his health was what mattered.
Darleen stuck out her pinky finger. "Pinky promise."
York let out a fond sigh as the two siblings linked fingers by the hospital bed.
"You can count on me, York," Darleen promised. "I'll be at the office tomorrow to start!"
Noticing the complex emotion in his sister's eyes, York quietly withdrew his gaze. "Go handle my discharge papers."
The smile that had just appeared on Darleen's face instantly vanished.
"I hate staying in hospitals," York explained. "We have a private doctor at home. It'll be more convenient there."

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