Victor immediately demanded compatibility tests, refusing to leave Catherine’s side even when she weakly protested.
“This time I am not going anywhere, and you can hate me all you want, but I am going to save you,” he promised.
That night, Victor’s assistant arrived with a mountain of legal documents, revealing the full scale of the fraud.
The monthly transfers had never reached Catherine; every cent had been diverted straight into Maris’s personal offshore accounts.
Worse, doctors discovered that someone had been paying for prescriptions that were actually worsening Catherine’s illness, and the pharmacy billing address led directly back to Maris.
Catherine was completely stunned, unable to comprehend the cruelty of the woman she had once called mother-in-law.
“No, she may have hated me, but she wouldn’t try to kill me,” she whispered, shaking her head.
At dawn, Maris arrived at the hospital, her hair messy and her eyes swollen from crying.
