Vinnie gripped her phone under the pillow and pressed the record button.
"Uncle Marcel, stop kidding around. I'm your nephew's wife," Vinnie said, getting up from the bed and standing by the window. She turned on the main light and grabbed the bedside lamp.
"So what? You're his wife, and Maria is mine." Marcel stood up from his wheelchair, approaching Vinnie.
Vinnie was shocked to see him on his feet. Marcel could stand? His posture was odd, a bit limping, but he was standing.
"Don't come any closer, or you'll regret it," Vinnie shouted, holding the lamp up towards Marcel.
"Your name is Vinnie, right? I suggest you put that down. No one will come to save you," Marcel said coldly, inching closer. "This room is soundproofed, a personal touch by Borys. No one will hear you, no matter how
