The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Mia’s voice was still echoing in the cramped, sterile hospital room, but my mind was already spinning into a dark abyss.
"Daniel’s fingerprints found all over the 'suicide' note."
I looked at Daniel. For the first time since this nightmare began, the billionaire’s mask didn't just crack; it shattered. His face drained of color, his eyes darting to his own hands as if they had betrayed him.
He wasn't just being framed anymore. Pierce had moved from corporate sabotage to a clinical, cold-blooded assassination of Daniel’s entire existence.
"Blood?" Daniel whispered, his voice sounding hollow. "I haven't even seen Marcus in three days."
"They don't care, Daniel!" Mia hissed, stepping further into the room and frantically checking the hallw
