Chapter 2: The Inquest
The atmosphere at the mansion was now thick with anxiety and the smell of bleach. Eleanor remained in a deep coma at the state's most expensive private hospital. The police had sealed off the pool area. Vivian tried to maintain a calm exterior, acting like a distraught daughter-in-law in front of the detectives, but Detective Miller's gaze was fixed on her.
"Ms. Vivian, the witness says you were right next to her before she fell," Miller asked, his voice calm but sharp.
Vivian trembled, wiping away her fake tears with a handkerchief: "It was an accident, Detective. She was dizzy. I tried to hold her back, but it was too late."
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Meanwhile, Julian was facing a financial crisis. The family's bank accounts were frozen because the inheritance and access to Eleanor's secret safe were under dispute. He stared at the antique safe in the study, the key to which lay in the pocket of his seven-year-old daughter, Chloe.
Julian began to realize Vivian was more than just the wife he once loved. He searched her drawers and found life insurance policies worth enormous sums. Suspicion began to take root.
