Years later, they renovated the kitchen and sealed the entrance beneath marble.
My grandmother somehow learned the truth. She purchased the property through the trust and spent decades gathering evidence, waiting for the moment when the Mercer family could no longer destroy it.
But she died before she could finish.
That responsibility passed to me.
I had not understood why she insisted I keep the house even after marrying Julian.
Now I did.
She had placed me directly above the truth.
By sunset, Julian, Beatrice, Harold, and Elena were all in custody.
Elena accepted a cooperation agreement within hours. She handed over text messages, recordings, financial documents, and the bottle Julian had given her.
It did not contain a sedative.
It contained a concentrated cardiac drug that could have killed me before I hit the floor.
