The nurse stepped into the dining room holding a phone.
Vivian’s recorded voice echoed through the silence.
“Crawl, Richard. Crawl if you want your medicine.”
Then Marcus’s voice followed.
“Once he dies, she gets nothing.”
The entire table froze.
Vivian’s face drained white for only a second before she smiled again.
“So you have recordings,” she said coolly. “I still control his estate.”
I smiled back.
“Controlled,” I corrected.
