Chapter 4

I patted Chandler's face, like I was polishing a piece of emerald.

"Don't you dare die in my family. That's just bad luck," I said.

Half an hour later, I helped the caregiver lift Chandler into a wheelchair.

To make sure he looked decent, I dressed him in a black designer suit.

Honestly, even paralyzed, Chandler's face could cause chaos in a whole country because it was so handsome.

If it weren't for the money, I'd almost feel guilty making him go through this.

The stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of the Webb estate.

A red carpet ran from…