When Jason Forrester was wheeled out of the operating room, he had barely cheated death. He lay on the hospital bed, gazing at the scenery outside the window.
His legs were temporarily paralyzed, and he couldn't get out of bed to walk.
He figured Megan Kane was probably packing her bags, getting ready to skip town.
His assistant stood nearby, not daring to speak above a whisper the entire time.
The rain pitter-pattered outside, as if reflecting the sorrow in the heart of the man lying inside.
A smile touched Jason Forrester's face. He was certain he wasn't wrong.
Just then, Megan Kane appeared at his bedside, a look of utter reluctance on her face.
She was the one who had called the assistant to untie her, fully intending to make a run for it.
She'd gotten halfway through her escape before the exorbitant price of a plane ticket sent her right back.
Megan Kane had no way to sell off any assets, so she couldn't get away.
