— Her condition is critical… Liver failure is progressing… Three days at most.

The second voice she recognized even through the wall. Her husband’s voice — Oliver.

Lia kept her eyes half-open to observe. The door opened.

Oliver walked in holding a bouquet of flowers, sat on the edge of the bed, and took Lia’s hand.

He stroked her wrist and leaned closer. He was certain his wife, under strong sedatives, couldn’t hear anything.

And then he whispered:

— Finally. I’ve waited so long for this. Your house, your accounts, your business… All of it will finally be mine.