to her until he achieved his goals. It wasn't something that women tended to find acceptable.
However, Leah was Marshall's sister.
Perhaps, somehow, she'd be able to see beyond his actions and discover that he wasn't an abysmal person. He was just angry and bereft after feeling like he'd been robbed of everything that mattered for years.
However, first, he had to go home.
He needed to check on his mother. Once he was sure she was alright, he needed to ask her a few questions. He was going to get answers, one way or the other. He could only hope that they were the answers he wanted to hear.
Chapter Seven
She was in better shape than he had hoped.
Though the nurse hadn't been in for two days, it was obvious that Miranda had been present enough to take herself to the bathroom and shower. When they entered the small apartment, she was parked on the couch in front of the TV, watching it silently. Her damp hair was enough to tell David that she had at least kept herself clean. However, he couldn’t say whether she'd eaten or not.
Apologetically, he gestured to Leah and Marshall to wait in the tiny front entryway as he shed his jacket and shoes. He desperately needed a shower, and more than anything, he craved a good, hot meal. However, before he did either, he needed to speak with her. He needed to know.
“Mom.” At the sound of his voice, his mother glanced up at him dully for a moment before looking back at the television. The reaction was more than he usually got from her and that gave him hope. “I'm sorry I was gone so long. Are you alright. Is everything ok?”
She said nothing, just continuing to stare at the screen before her.
Sighing, David moved to sit next to her on the couch, following the line of her gaze. His eyes widened when he realized that she was watching a news program—and the subject of the current report was none other than Mathers Incorporated. He found he couldn't tear his eyes away, as the blonde news anchor began to narrate the developing story, images playing out behind her.
“One of our top news stories tonight: Mathers Incorporated has suddenly taken on a new CEO. After an inspection of some of the company's developing projects caused suspicion of possible sabotage, former CEO and daughter of Mathers Incorporated founder, Emerson Mathers, stepped down. In her place, the noted business mogul, Samson Causewell, took over the running of the company. It is still unknown the extent to which the firm has been crippled by the mishap, but we'll continue to cover the story as it unfolds.”
Charlotte had stepped down?
David frowned at the screen. Why on earth would she have done that? Yes, he'd installed fail-safes into every prototype he'd worked on, but any idiot with even the lowest tech degree could extract them to preserve the device. He was left to assume those working in the department hadn't actually found what was wrong with the technology and only assumed that it would impossible to salvage.
And Charlotte…the last time he'd checked, the company had been her life. Hadn't she spoken of running it in a way exponentially better than the way her father had? Of making it into her pet project and using it to bolster all her charitable aspirations?
And now she'd just given it up.
It was more than a little strange, and David would be willing to bet that there was some awful foul play involved on the part of Emerson Mathers. With a small smile, he remembered how fulfilling it had been when his fist had connected with the odious man's face. He wasn't usually a violent man, but the spray