Emma had never felt this kind of weight on her shoulders before. As she moved through the penthouse, casually watching Adriana lounge and complain about symptoms that didn't exist, she realized just how deep the lie ran. The woman her father trusted—cared for—had fabricated an entire illness just to stay close. Just to stay relevant. Just to destroy Lexi.
But not anymore.
After securing the medical results and gathering more digital proof, Emma called Dr. Hastings again, asking for clarification one final time.
“Absolutely no chronic condition,” Dr. Hastings said firmly. “Her vitals are perfect. No illness, no prescribed medication, no indication of any need for extended rest or supervision.”
That was all Emma needed to hear.
She sent Lexi a message: “Meet me. It’s time.”
When they m
