Leroy pulled up his phone and held it out. “The protest at Blossom Hospital went viral this afternoon. Loyce is the owner.”
Gordon read the headline and his eyes blazed.
“Blossom Hospital Hiring Scam: Using Unqualified Disabled People as Doctors to Cash In on Government Charity Funds—Putting Patients’ Lives at Risk?”
“What kind of garbage is this?!” he thundered.
Leroy lowered his voice. “Lucian already went over there. He said he and Loyce probably won’t make it to dinner tonight, and told you to eat without them.”
“Eat?” Gordon’s anger tightened into something heavier—worry, fury, protectiveness all at once. “He ‘took care’ of my granddaughter so well she ended up in a police station, and you think I can sit down and eat?”
He grabbed his coat. “I’m going to see exactly who’s behind this.”
The commotion reached Forrest Lonsdale too. He’d barely lain down after a brutal day of work when he heard his sister was in trouble. The irritation on his face vanished, replaced by sharp, immediate tension.
His first instinct was to call the mayor, then he remembered Metropia’s leadership was a mess: one disgraced, another under investigation. Useless.
So he called the head of the city’s judicial oversight committee instead.
The official had been on rare leave, hosting a family dinner for his daughter’s first birthday. When Forrest’s call came in, he sounded confused. “Mr. Lonsdale… I’m surprised to hear from you. Is something wrong?”
In the background, children were singing a birthday song.
Forrest leaned back against his headboard, voice unreadable. “It’s your daughter’s birthday?”
“Sorry—give me a moment.”
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