Three Days After My Husband’s Service, My Son Said, “The Family Business Has Been Sold… Your Share Is $10,000.” But It Was Worth $13 Million.

“And who is the buyer? Another aerospace firm? One of our competitors?”
Oliver hesitated just a fraction too long.

“It’s a private investment group, Monarch Holdings. They specialize in acquisitions of midsized manufacturing companies.”

“Monarch Holdings,” I echoed, watching my son’s face carefully. “I don’t believe Richard ever mentioned them.”

“It was a recent development.” Oliver’s confidence seemed to return.

“They approached us just before Dad’s stroke, actually. The timing is unfortunate, but the deal is solid. They’re maintaining operations and keeping most of the staff.

It’s what dad would have wanted.”

Was it? I wondered, remembering Richard’s raspy whisper during one of his last lucid moments in the hospital. Amelia, promise me you’ll protect what we built.

Something’s not right. At the time, I’d attributed his concern to the confusion that sometimes accompanies stroke victims. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

“When will I meet the new owners?” I asked, folding the document neatly and slipping it into the pocket of my cardigan. Oliver blinked, clearly not expecting this question. “There’s no need for that, Mom.

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