Daniel glanced coldly at those around him and said,
“I’ll give Grace five more days.”
“If she doesn’t show up, you won’t want to know the consequences.”
I lunged at him in fury, biting and clawing, but only met empty air, collapsing weakly to the ground.
As I prayed daily for some miracle to let me appear again, Daniel returned with Sophia.
I saw the necklace on Sophia’s neck—the very one Daniel had once commissioned from a jeweler for me, symbolizing eternal love. Now it hung on Sophia instead.
Daniel carefully supported her, his voice cold:
“Five days are up. Where is Grace?”
Ms. Anderson trembled as she answered,
“Mr. Harris, Ms. Miller really is dead. Here, this is her death certificate.”
Sophia leaned coyly against him, feigning concern.
“Mr. Harris, is Ms. Miller really dead?
Or is she just angry with you?”
Daniel sneered,
“Grace was always promiscuous. She could mix a drink for anyone, and someone would happily forge a death certificate for her.”
“Ms. Anderson, tell Grace that if she donates her liver to Sophia, I’ll renovate this orphanage and donate thirty million dollars. That brat can also come live at the Harris Estate.”