They thought they had the upper hand, so they didn’t notice when I subtly pressed the button on the small device hidden beneath my blanket. It was a silent signal to my team of loyal allies—trusted friends and professionals who had agreed to help me execute my plan.

Within minutes, there was a soft knock at the door, and Nurse Brenda entered, accompanied by Sarah Jenkins. Rachel’s expression turned wary, and Mark’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s going on?” he demanded, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Sarah, composed and authoritative, stepped forward. “I’m here to discuss some changes to your mother’s estate,” she stated simply. “There are new developments that need your immediate attention.” Her tone left no room for argument.

Rachel’s eyes flickered with panic. “New developments? What are you talking about?”

I sat up slowly, strength returning to my voice as I revealed the truth. “I’ve had a change of heart,” I said calmly. “I realized I needed to make sure my legacy is protected. Sarah is here to help me with that.”