Chapter 7 - The Hidden TruthThe room fell into a terrifying, suffocating stillness.
Henry didn't shout. He didn't smash anything. A terrifying, icy calm settled over his face—the calm of a man who had finally found his purpose.
"He tried to kill me," Henry said softly, his voice echoing dangerously. "And he took my wife."
"The driver signed a full confession two hours ago in state police custody," Frank added. "The authorities are preparing arrest warrants for Benson and Diana Whitmore as we speak. But Benson has called an emergency shareholder meeting at Clark Harbor headquarters tomorrow at 9:00 AM to vote himself permanent CEO before the police catch on."
Henry looked down at his legs. Then, using the armrests of his wheelchair and every ounce of strength in his core, he slowly, painfully pushed himself up.
His legs shook violently under his weight. Leah rushed to his side, supporting his waist, but Henry held his head high, standing upright on his own two feet for the first time in five months.
"He thinks I'm a helpless invalid hiding in the dark," Henry rasped, his eyes burning with vengeance. "Tomorrow, I walk into that boardroom myself."
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"Henry, you're not fully healed," Leah warned, her eyes filled with deep concern. "It could cripple you permanently if you force it!"
Henry turned his head, looking down at Leah, his expression softening just enough to show his profound gratitude. "I have you to hold me up, Leah. I won't fall."
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