Frank's face was grim, but remembering the doctor's warning not to upset his mother further, he sighed heavily and relented. "All right. I'll bring him here to see you."
"Good... good. I'll be waiting." A flicker of light returned to her cloudy, ancient eyes as she stared intently at Frank.
It took some effort for Frank to soothe his mother before he could leave the room.
Standing in the quiet hospital corridor, he took out his phone and dialed his assistant.
When the call connected, he ordered coldly, "Arrange for Eden's bail."
"Mr. Thompson, that might be difficult," his assistant said hesitantly. "Mr. Monroe's case is a major one. The police and the military are both involved. Arranging bail right now would attract a lot of unwanted attention."
The Thompson family had been influential in Istra for years, their roots running deep and their power considerable. But in a country governed by the rule of law, no one was truly above it.
Eden was accused of major smuggling, and the investigation was ongoing. Securing bail at this stage would require a massive amount of money and pulling a lot of strings.
And bail didn't mean he was free; if convicted, Eden would still end up in prison. By any calculation, it was a bad investment.
"My mother is dying," Frank said. "Her last wish is to see her grandson. As her son, I have to grant her that wish."
The assistant immediately understood. Frank no longer cared whether Eden was guilty or if he would be convicted. All that mattered was that Eden could be by Mrs. Thompson Sr.'s side while she still drew breath, to see her through her final moments.
By granting his mother this wish, Frank would be fulfilling his duty as a son.
"Don't worry, Mr. Thompson. I'll get on it right away," the assistant said.
"One more thing," Frank added. "What's the status of the shipping company?"

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