“Enough!” Richard shouted. “You’re fired.”
Grace left the mansion crying. Behind her, Vanessa smiled — just for a second.
That night, Richard drank the wine Vanessa poured. His vision blurred. His chest tightened.
He woke the next morning barely able to move. Vanessa sat beside him, her voice full of fake concern.
“You fainted,” she said. “I told the company you’re resting.”
Something in her tone felt wrong. For the first time, Richard wondered — what if Grace was right?
Grace couldn’t sleep. She knew Richard was in danger. Desperate, she contacted Detective Helen Carter, an old family friend. Grace showed her the video.
“It’s serious,” Helen said, “but we need physical proof.”
They made a plan.
Grace returned to the mansion, pretending to collect forgotten belongings.
“I left my late husband’s Bible,” she said calmly.
While Vanessa went upstairs, Grace rushed into the kitchen. She found the jar hidden behind spices, labeled “vitamin supplement.” She took a small sample and left.
Two days later, the lab results came back.
Thallium sulfate.
A slow, deadly poison.
Before police arrived, Grace insisted on seeing Richard once more. She found him weak by the fireplace.