He now had everything he needed. The next morning was quiet in the Williams mansion.
Ruth walked around the house with pride in her steps. She hummed softly to herself, feeling victorious.
Michael had not confronted her. Amara was acting normal. To Ruth, everything was going exactly as planned.
She passed the dining area and saw Michael sitting quietly in his wheelchair reading a newspaper.
He didn’t even look up. Ruth smiled smugly and walked into the kitchen. Amara, she called sweetly.
Make something special for dinner tonight. I feel like celebrating. Yes, Ma. Amara replied calmly.
But behind her steady voice, her heart was pounding. She felt it deep inside. Something was coming.
Michael had warned her to stay quiet and act normal. But today felt different. This day would not end like the others.
At exactly 400 p.m., the mansion doorbell rang. Amara peaked from the kitchen and saw two men in suits walk-in.
One was Michael’s lawyer. The other was a private investigator. Ruth came downstairs confused. “Who are these people?”
She asked. Michael rolled his wheelchair forward calmly. “Sit down, Ruth.” She frowned. “Why should I?
What’s going on?” “Sit,” he repeated, his voice sharper this time. Ruth hesitated, then slowly Saturday.
