Natalie gave a soft, practiced smile.

“I’m here to help.”

The camera pushed closer as she placed a leather folder beside the bed.

Grant stayed silent near the foot of the bed, watching everything carefully.

“Natalie handles estate transitions,” she said smoothly.
“You shouldn’t manage eighty million alone.”

The woman’s expression hardened instantly.

“You didn’t come for me.”

A small pause.

“You came for the money.”

Natalie’s smile tightened for half a second.

The tension inside the room thickened.

Then something changed.

Grant’s eyes suddenly locked onto the silver ring on the woman’s hand.

The camera crash-pushed toward it.

A delicate old ring.
Worn from age.
Familiar.

His breathing stopped.

Natalie kept talking, but the sound almost disappeared now beneath the rising tension music.

The nurse entered quietly, checking the chart.

“Ms. Thorne, your doctor will be here soon.”

Grant froze completely.

The name hit him like a bullet.

The camera snapped hard into his face.

Color drained instantly from his skin.

He stepped toward the bed slowly.

“Where did you get that ring?”

The woman instinctively touched it.

“My aunt gave it to me.”

Something inside Grant shattered.

Natalie finally noticed his expression.

“Grant… what’s going on?”

But he ignored her completely.

He stared at the woman like he was staring at someone who should not exist.

Rain hammered harder against the window.

The heartbeat sound slowly rose beneath the music.

Grant took another trembling step closer.

“Oh my God…”

Natalie’s face lost all color.

The woman stared back at him, terrified now.

Grant slowly reached toward the ring—
but stopped before touching her hand.

His voice cracked.

“You’re my—”