Just to take back control of the board.”

“I protected our legacy from your weakness,” Conrad said, unapologetic. “You were soft. You married a nobody. The Waverly name requires strength and focus.

I did what was necessary for the survival of the dynasty.”

“She needs a transplant!” Preston shouted, pointing at Grace. “She has the family disorder, Dad. The one that killed your own brother. You knew she was alive, you knew her genetics, and you let her get sick?

You’d let her die to secure your voting rights?”

Conrad’s expression didn’t shift a fraction. “A tragic genetic flaw. All the more reason she’s unfit to inherit or represent this family. She’s a liability.