Chapter 16 - The Midnight Testimony
"What did you just say?"
Grant’s voice dropped into a dark, gravelly murmur heavy with ruthless intensity. Red veins map-patterned across his bloodshot eyes. Ruth’s words hit him like a cold blade plunged straight into his most agonizing memory.
"That night... ten months ago at Chicago General," Ruth trembled, her arms clamping Maisie firmly against her chest while her gaze locked unflinchingly on Camille. "I was a night shift caregiver in the emergency wing. I saw this woman sneaking into Mrs. Olivia’s post-operative suite. Mrs. Olivia was extremely weak, but she recognized her immediately and frantically hit the call button for security to throw her out. I was the one who watched security escort her down the corridor!"
Camille’s face drained to an ashen grey. Her lips twitched as her fingers clawed onto the edge of the marble vanity. "You lying little servant! Grant, are you going to believe a hired maid over the wife who lies in bed with you every night?"
Grant did not answer her. He slowly leaned back into his wheelchair, his dark brown eyes boring into Ruth with terrifying focus. "That night... Olivia died of sudden heart failure. The doctors called it post-partum complications. Ruth... are you absolutely certain it was her?"
"I swear on my life and on this child," Ruth’s voice cracked with emotion, tears streaming down her bruised cheek, yet her eyes never wavered. "That night, she wore a tear-drop blue sapphire necklace. Right now, under her high-collared shirt, that very same necklace is around her neck!"
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Grant whirled around. Before Camille could react, his powerful hand shot out, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open. The blue sapphire caught the light, gleaming ominously.
Dead silence fell over the room.
