Chapter151:

Chapter 151 Sara's Point of View The steady beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the private hospital room, each sound like a nail being driven into my skull. I sat in the uncomfortable chair beside my father's bed, my fingers drumming restlessly against its plastic arms as I stared at the unconscious form before me. The great Williams Brown ruthless business tycoon, manipulative father, destroyer of dreams now reduced to nothing more than a shell hooked up to countless machines. The sight of him lying there, vulnerable and weak, filled me with a bitter satisfaction that made me hate myself even more. The place reeked of antiseptic and despair, mixed with the cloying sweetness of too many flower arrangements. Every surface was crowded with them roses, lilies, orchids each accompanied by cards expressing manufactured concern. I picked up the nearest one, my lip curling as I read the message. "Get well soon, old friend." I crumpled it in my fist, tossing it toward the overflowing