The room fell into heavy silence. Dante looked at his father expectantly. Dominic sat perfectly still, his expression unreadable.
Finally, he spoke.
"That's unfortunate. I was hoping we could resolve this amicably. But if you insist on being difficult..."
He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times. Then he turned it to face Ethan.
The screen showed a live video feed.
Ethan's blood ran cold.
It was a live video feed.
His mother’s hospital room.
The camera angle came from high above, somewhere near the ceiling, clearly hidden.
Margaret lay peacefully in her hospital bed, propped up by pillows, reading a paperback novel under the warm glow of the bedside lamp. She looked calm. Comfortable. Completely unaware that someone was watching her.
Watching her every second.
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