The Billionaire Family Who Kept Me For Luck And Learned To Fear Me Chapter 08

The Billionaire Family Who Kept Me For Luck And Learned To Fear Me Chapter 08

Elliot shouted for a doctor, and hospital staff rushed Conrad away 

The other Whitmores followed. 

The room fell quiet again, leaving only Nora and me. 

I’m leaving the hospital now and going back to the 

sanctuary. Will you come with me?” 

Nora shook her head. 

Once you leave, I’m done with the Whitmores too. I’m going back to my hometown.” 

After we packed, I slipped the gold bracelet from my wrist into Nora’s bag. 

It was the least I could give her for the past three years. 

I took a cab straight from the hospital to the sanctuary. 

Mara’s eyes filled with tears when she saw me, 

“Lia, you’ve suffered so much these past three years.” took her hand. 

I’m all right. But my gift is gone now, I don’t think I’ll be able 

to help the sanctuary anymore.” 

My gift had once helped answer the prayers of people who 

came to the sanctuary desperately needing money to save a life. 

Now there was nothing I could do for them. 

Mara shook her head. 

“Good. Now no one can covet your gift or hurt you for it ever again.” 

My old room was still waiting for me. 

Someone had cleaned it regularly, and everything remained 

exactly where I had left it. 

That night, I slept more peacefully than I had in years. 

Back in New York, the Whitmore family was falling apart. 

Almost overnight, Conrad went from New York’s richest man 

to a disgraced debtor facing billions in liabilities. 

The Whitmore name was effectively erased from New York high society. 

Their accounts were frozen, and creditors moved to seize every property they owned. 

When Vivian and Adrian could no longer pay for private 

treatment, they were discharged and eventually ended up homeless. 

Their parents had already fled with whatever money they could take. 

Nolan borrowed enough to keep Victor and Helen in the hospital for a while. 

But while committing a burglary to cover their medical bills, 

Nolan fell from a building and died. 

After learning of Nolan’s death, Victor and Helen refused all 

further treatment. Neither survived the night. 

Conrad couldn’t cope with the shock. A massive brain 

hemorrhage left him in a persistent vegetative state. 

Elliot, who had been designated Conrad’s health–care proxy, 

reportedly authorized doctors to end aggressive treatment 

and move him to comfort care. 

No one in New York high society dared help the Whitmores. 

Word of the family’s unnatural injuries had leaked out of the hospital. 

Rumors spread that the Whitmores had brought a curse down on themselves. 

I heard all of this while playing chess with Mara at the sanctuary. 

Mara studied me. 

Lia, after three years with them, do you feel sorry for them at all?” 

I slid one of my black pawns forward. 

“No. The Whitmores never deserved their wealth or their 

place at the top. A fortune built on stolen luck was always going to turn on them.” 

“They used that money to exploit ordinary people and never 

cared who was ruined–or who lived or died–as long as they profited.” 

“The Whitmores were rotten from top to bottom. All I did 

was stop protecting them from the ending they had always deserved.” 

Mara’s expression softened. 

I was afraid this might leave you carrying guilt. I should’ve known better.” 

Over the years, I saw countless people come to the sanctuary praying for a miracle. 

Vivian came once. 

She spent an entire day and night on her knees, begging for a 

miracle that would make her normal again. 

No miracle came. 

After that, no one in New York heard from her again. 

Adrian killed himself at the foot of the mountain. 

He had lost one hand, and the pain in his chest felt every day 

as if something were eating him alive. 

In his final note, he offered his death as an apology and 

begged me to consider the debt paid so he wouldn’t have to 

atone for it in another life. 

A breeze scattered incense ash across the courtyard. 

I picked up a broom and swept it away. 

Someone called from behind me. 

“Lia, dinner’s ready.” 

I turned toward the voice, smiling. 

This was the life that belonged to me. 

Ordinary, peaceful, and happy. 

END