Chapter 7 - THE CALDWELL CONSPIRACY
Eleanor Caldwell did not take threats lightly.
Two days after Ethan’s phone call, the hospital board called an emergency meeting. Ethan was pulled from his rounds, stepping into a glass-walled conference room to find the hospital director sweating under the icy glare of Ethan's mother. She sat at the head of the table, wrapped in a cashmere coat, looking like a queen who had come to inspect her unruly subjects.
"Dr. Caldwell," the director stammered. "Your mother has brought some... concerning allegations to the board regarding your conduct with a patient. A Miss Hannah Brooks."
Ethan crossed his arms, staring his mother down. "Is that right?"
"It is highly unethical for a doctor to treat his former mistress," Eleanor said smoothly, her eyes glittering with malice. "Especially one with a documented history of corporate espionage against our family. Furthermore, bringing her into a Caldwell-funded wing, utilizing our resources... it shows a profound lack of judgment. I am asking the board for your immediate suspension and for the patient to be transferred to a public county facility."
Ethan didn't blink. He reached into his coat, pulled out a thick manila envelope, and tossed it onto the mahogany table. It slid to a halt right in front of Eleanor.
"What is this?" she asked, her lip curling.
"That is a signed affidavit from Marcus Vance, your former head of security. The one you fired two years ago without a pension," Ethan said, his voice echoing in the silent room. "He kept copies of everything, mother. The forged emails. The wire transfers you used to pay the hackers to frame Hannah. The intimidation logs."
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Eleanor’s face went utterly pale. The director gasped, stepping back from the table.
"You are done," Ethan said, leaning over the table until he was inches from her face. "You will step down from the board of Caldwell Biotech by five o'clock today, citing health reasons. You will never set foot in this hospital again. And if you ever even look in the direction of Hannah or my children, I will hand these files to the federal prosecutor and watch you age in a concrete cell."
