I’ll make them pay

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The hospital corridors were unusually quiet at that hour of the evening. Mr. and Mrs. Grayson sat side by side inside a private consultation room, the kind of room reserved for wealthy patients who valued privacy and discretion. The walls were bright white and spotless. A polished desk separated them from the doctor. On top of the desk rested a thick medical folder that Dr. Bennett had not opened yet. The silence inside the room felt heavy. Dr. Bennett was a man in his mid-fifties with tired but intelligent eyes and reading glasses resting on top of his head. He carried himself with the careful calmness of someone who had spent years delivering difficult news and understood exactly how important timing and tone could be. Finally, he opened the folder. He studied the results quietly fo

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