My daughter-in-law was pushed from the third floor, suffering a brain hemorrhage, admitted to the ICU. The other party offered a hundred million to sign it off as an accident. At sixty-nine, I stood stunned—they thought an old man was easy to deal with. Three days later, the Vance Medical Group collapsed, its chairman knelt, begging me to spare his son's life. Mess with my daughter-in-law? I will tear down your world.