The morning after Jason's visit, Jane stood by the kitchen window with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. She remembered every word Jason had said. "Donald isn't who you think he is." "Most of what you think he owns isn't actually his." A faint chuckle escaped her lips. "What nonsense." She shook her head. "Jason really thinks I'm foolish." She took another sip of coffee before placing the cup on the counter. "He only came because I rejected him." "He wanted to shake my confidence." She folded her arms and smiled to herself. "I've seen Donald with my own eyes." "I've walked through that company." "I've seen the respect everyone gives him." She recalled her first day at the company. The spacious executive office. The senior managers waiting patiently for Donald's approval before making major decisions. The staff members greeting him with admiration. The authority in his voice. None of those things looked staged. None of them looked borrowed. "No." "Donald is w

By Saturday evening, the Wilson family residence had been transformed into one of the most beautifully decorated homes in the neighbourhood. Elegant lights stretched across the compound. Fresh flowers lined the entrance. Soft instrumental music drifted through the air as guests steadily arrived. Anyone attending the gathering would have assumed it had been planned for months. In reality, it had all come together within a matter of days. The thanksgiving celebration had never originally been on the Wilson family's calendar. Jane had taken an old invitation card from a previous family thanksgiving event, updated the details, and quietly convinced her parents that it would be a wonderful opportunity for the family to celebrate together. Her parents had gladly agreed. After all, the Wilson family had always enjoyed spending time together, and no one objected to another reason to gather. None of them realised that Jane had another motive for insisting that the celebration take pla

Donald had barely opened his eyes when he noticed Ivy kneeling beside the bed.Her face had turned unusually pale.Large beads of sweat covered her forehead.One hand clutched her stomach tightly, while the other still rested weakly on his shoulder.Her breathing came in short, painful gasps."Ivy!"Donald sprang upright instantly.His heart pounded as he grabbed her shoulders."What happened?"She struggled to answer."My... stomach...""It hurts..."Donald had never seen her in such agony before.Only a few hours earlier, they had been laughing together while watching a film.She had looked perfectly healthy.Now she looked as though she could barely stay conscious.He quickly helped her onto the bed."Easy.""Just breathe."He knelt beside her, studying her face."What happened?""When did this start?"Ivy winced as another wave of pain swept through her body."I... don't know...""It started... a little while ago."Donald frowned."You were fine after we got home."She nodded weak

The room suddenly felt colder to Jane.Her heart skipped.She never imagined Donald would call her directly with such an accusation.For a brief moment, she couldn't find her voice.Then outrage quickly replaced her surprise."What?""What are you saying?"Donald remained silent.Jane's voice immediately rose."Donald, have you lost your mind?""How could you even think such a thing?"Donald replied firmly."My wife is in the hospital."Jane widened her eyes dramatically even though Donald could not see her."In the hospital?""What happened to her?""The doctors confirmed she was poisoned."Jane pressed the phone harder against her ear.She forced herself to sound shocked."Oh my goodness!""Poisoned?""When?""How?"Donald answered without emotion."The last meal she ate before becoming ill was the one served at your party."Jane immediately protested."So you're blaming me?""Because she attended my family's gathering?"Donald did not answer.Jane became even louder."This is unbel

Donald remained seated beside Ivy's hospital bed long after the investigator ended the call.The report lay on the small table before him.Every page contained timelines, witness statements, financial records, and carefully documented findings.The evidence all pointed in the same direction.Jane Wilson.Donald slowly closed the file.His expression was calm, but beneath that calmness was firm resolve.He had once loved Jane with all his heart.He had forgiven her many times in the past.But this was different.Someone had tried to take Ivy's life.Someone had arranged her kidnapping weeks earlier.Those were not mistakes that could simply be ignored.Donald looked at Ivy, who had fallen asleep after taking her medication.He gently adjusted the blanket over her before quietly stepping outside the room.As soon as he entered the hospital corridor, he dialled another number.The call was answered almost immediately."Good afternoon, Mr. Smith."Donald spoke in a composed voice."I've r