Chapter 4: The House of Glass
The footage was crystal clear. It showed Cynthia, not as the hero, but as the aggressor. It showed her calculated walk, the way she gripped the cane, the swing, and Sarah’s selfless dive. It captured every word of Cynthia’s lie as she spoke to David, recorded in high-definition audio.
David stopped the video. He didn't look at Sarah. He didn't look at his mother. He looked at Cynthia, and his eyes were like chips of ice.
"You tried to kill her," David said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "You tried to kill my mother for a shipping manifest and a piece of property."
Cynthia backed toward the door, her hands trembling. "David, wait... I can explain. I was stressed! The estate... the inheritance..."
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"The estate is currently being audited," David said, reaching for his phone. "And you’re currently being recorded. The police are on their way, and I’ve already sent this file to the District Attorney’s office."
The realization hit Cynthia like a physical blow. She wasn't an heir anymore. She was a criminal. She bolted for the door, but the security team—alerted by David seconds ago—was already moving into position in the foyer.
