He had done surgeries free for years.
He refused billionaire patients if he did not consider the procedure ethical.
The only reason he had accepted his case was because his younger sister, Claire Walsh, had personally traveled to Chicago.
Claire hadn't taken lawyers.
No checks.
No bodyguard.
He had only sat in front of me for forty minutes and had spoken of his brother.
Not of the heir.
Not the businessman.
The man.
He told me that Ethan had raised only Claire after her mother's death.
He told me that he was still paying for the treatments of two sick former employees.
He showed me family photographs that had never appeared in magazines.
It was Claire who managed to convince me.
Not the money.
Marcus didn't understand that.
And he had just destroyed the only thing they had left.
As they walked to the vehicle waiting outside the airport, Ethan suddenly stopped.
