I never told my parents that my grandmother left me ten million dollars.

The security team swiftly escorted my parents out of the room, their protests fading into the distance. As they left, the true gravity of what had transpired began to settle in. I was caught between disbelief and relief, my mind struggling to process the rollercoaster of emotions. I had been moments away from death, discarded by the very people who were supposed to love me the most. Yet now, an unexpected lifeline had been thrown my way by none other than my late grandmother.

Arthur Sterling turned back to me, his fierce demeanor softening. He approached my bedside, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and determination. “Don’t worry, Eleven,” he said gently. “You’re safe now. Your grandmother made sure of that.”

In that moment, I understood the depth of my grandmother’s love. Though she had passed away, her foresight and care had saved me from a fate I hadn’t dared to imagine. All those years, her visits had been more than just a source of comfort—they had been her way of ensuring my future. She must have seen through the facade of my parents, recognizing the danger I was in.