Millionaire Sent Her $200K by Mistake — And He Never Expected What She Did Next!
Chapter 3
Emma went home with more questions than answers.
Her mother was awake when she arrived.
Diane smiled weakly.
“Who was the handsome man?”
Emma stopped.
“You saw him?”
“He dropped you off.”
Emma looked out the window.
Daniel’s car was already gone.
“How did you know who he was?”
Diane smiled.
“I’ve seen his face.”
Emma sat beside her.
“Mom, do you remember a hospital doctor named Samuel Reed?”
Her mother’s smile vanished.
Emma noticed immediately.
“You do.”
Diane looked away.
“Why are you asking?”
“Because there were transfers made in your name.”
“What transfers?”
Money.
Emma told her everything.
Her mother became pale.
“I told them never to use my name.”
Emma froze.
“Who?”
Diane closed her eyes.
“I need you to listen carefully.”
“Okay.”
“Not everything that happened at that hospital was medical.”
“What does that mean?”
“People were being hidden.”
Emma frowned.
“Who?”
“Women.”
“From whom?”
“Men who wanted them gone.”
Emma didn’t understand.
Her mother continued.
“Years ago, I worked as an administrative assistant at St. Vincent.”
Emma stared.
“You never told me that.”
“I didn’t want you involved.”
“What did you do?”
“I helped move patient records.”
“Why?”
“Because some women came in under false names.”
Emma’s heart raced.
“Why would they need that?”
“To disappear.”
She swallowed.
“One of them was connected to the Whitmore family.”
Daniel.
Emma thought about the morning.
“What happened?”
Diane looked toward the window.
“Your father found out.”
Emma’s expression changed.
Her father had disappeared when she was seven.
Diane had always told her he left.
“You said Dad abandoned us.”
“He did.”
“Mom.”
“He left because he was afraid.”
“Of what?”
Diane took a shaky breath.
“He had discovered where the money was going.”
“What money?”
“The charity money.”
Emma sat completely still.
Her mother continued.
“Some people were using medical charities to hide money.”
“How much?”
“Millions.”
Emma whispered:
“And my name?”
“They needed clean identities.”
“So they used mine?”
“I never agreed.”
“Then why did you receive money?”
“I didn’t.”
Emma looked at her.
“My records show you did.”
Diane shook her head.
“They put it there.”
“Who?”
She hesitated.
“Someone named Leonard Voss.”
Emma didn’t recognize the name.
Daniel did.
When Emma called him that evening, he arrived within thirty minutes.
“Leonard Voss?”
Daniel’s face changed.
“You know him?”
“He was my father’s financial adviser.”
“Your father?”
“James Whitmore.”
Daniel went silent.
Emma noticed.
“What?”
“My father died eleven years ago.”
“I know.”
“He was investigating Voss.”
“And?”
Daniel looked at the floor.
“They said he died in a car accident.”
Emma whispered:
“My father too.”
They looked at each other.
Daniel slowly sat down.
“You’re saying our fathers were investigating the same people?”
“Yes.”
“Then this wasn’t a random transfer.”
“No.”
Daniel opened his phone.
A new message had arrived.
One photograph.
It showed two men standing together outside St. Vincent Medical Center.
James Whitmore.
And Emma’s father, Michael Carter.
On the back of the photograph were four words:
They knew the truth.
Daniel stared at it.
Emma whispered:
“Someone sent you this.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
A second message arrived.
The girl was never supposed to survive.
Daniel looked at Emma.
She felt a cold rush through her body.
“Who’s the girl?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
Because he had suddenly realized something.
The message wasn’t talking about Emma.
It was talking about her mother.
