Chapter 5 - The Message from the Dead
Ethan took the folded paper with shaking hands, unfolding it with precise, deliberate movements.
Written in dark blue ink was a handwriting Ethan would recognize anywhere in the world—the sharp, slanted script of his late brother, Julian Caldwell.
Ethan,
If you are reading this, I am already gone, and Marcus has taken the company. Do not trust the doctors at Saint Jude’s. The spinal paralysis drug is in your daily IV drip. The keycard unlocks the vault at First National Bank, Deposit Box #409. Inside is the original brake line footage and my real will. Fight them, brother.
Ethan felt a surge of adrenaline hit his heart like an electric shock.
He wasn't permanently paralyzed. The sudden numbness in his legs, the constant fatigue, the endless weakness that had bound him to this wheelchair for six months—it was all a slow-acting nerve toxin administered through his medical care.
Evelyn and Marcus weren't just taking his fortune. They were actively poisoning him inside his own mansion.
Ethan looked up from the note, his eyes burning with a fierce, terrifying resolve. He looked at Rebecca, who was weeping silently on the grass.
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"Rebecca," Ethan said, his voice deadly steady. "Where did you meet Julian?"
👉 What role had the humble housekeeper played in Julian's final hours?
