The Day I Walked Away My Empire Began novel Chapter 41

The Anderson family’s fortune couldn’t rival the Heaths’.

But the Andersons were true old money. Their roots in the antiques trade stretched all the way back to the early dynasties, and over generations, they’d built a foundation both deep and unshakable. With assets topping seventy billion, they sat comfortably at ninth place on New Amberton’s rich list.

That figure, however, was nothing more than a public guess. The family’s real wealth ran much deeper. More importantly, the Andersons were the last of a dying breed—no public offerings, no outside investors, and never a penny in debt.

They weren’t like those so-called tycoons who boasted of multi-billion-dollar empires but were drowning in even more debt.

The family had always been blessed with wealth, but never with heirs. For generations, only one child had carried on their name. In Lucie’s generation, she was the last one left.

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“…Grandpa, Lucie’s going to be alright.”

The old man’s face was carved from thunderclouds, his presence suffocating, his authority absolute. “You’d better pray she is.”

In his youth, Mr. Anderson had been known as Oddball.

He was a legend in the antiques world, a name spoken with respect across the city’s most powerful circles. If the Andersons ever went head-to-head with the Heaths, it was anyone’s guess who’d come out on top.

“Go kneel outside the operating room,” he commanded, his voice cold as steel. “You don’t get up until Lucie is safe. Not for a single second.”

Steven swallowed, his throat tight with dread. He hesitated just a moment.

A real man knows when to bow his head.

This was his fault. He deserved this.

He stood, guilt and despair etched deep into his face, and walked to the operating room doors. With a heavy heart, he dropped to his knees.

Of course, in all of New Amberton, only Mr. Anderson could make him kneel.

Mr. Anderson clutched his chest, sinking heavily into a chair, fury and worry making his heart pound.

Rose, the family’s longtime housekeeper, hurried to his side with heart pills. “Sir, please, stay calm. Miss Lucie is a good soul—she’ll pull through.”

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