“Please. There are things you need to know before you talk to him again.”
Something was very wrong.
I could feel it before he said another word.
Daniel glanced back toward the graduation crowd and lowered his voice.
“Hospital compliance contacted the residency program last week,” he said.
“About what?”
“Marcus’s aid records.”
My stomach tightened.
“Someone filed a complaint. They said his need-based funding didn’t match his actual support history.”
I just stared at him.
“What does that mean?”
Daniel looked miserable.
“It means tuition and living expenses were also being paid through your accounts and an old family education fund. Some of the marital-status records didn’t line up either. On paper, it looks like he hid household support.”
I felt cold all over.
