Chapter 3 - Sterling Inspects the Master Bedroom
The heavy oak door swung open without warning at precisely 8:00 a.m., revealing Sterling Kane standing in the doorway with an immaculate silver tie.
His sharp eyes scanned the pristine medical equipment, the neatly folded blanket, and Willa sitting quietly in her armchair with a worn notebook.
“I trust your first night as Mrs. Kane met your humble expectations, Willa,” Sterling said, his voice dripping with condescending amusement.
“It was quiet,” Willa replied neutrally, keeping her hands flat on her lap to hide the spiral notebook tucked beneath her cardigan.
Sterling stepped further into the room, his expensive Italian leather shoes clicking sharply against the polished hardwood floor.
He leaned over the edge of the bed, staring down at his comatose cousin with an expression that looked far more calculating than mourning.
“Don’t get too comfortable in this wing, my dear; a corpse makes for a very lonely husband in the long winter months,” Sterling warned softly.
“Corpses don't usually twitch their fingers when you walk into the room, Sterling,” Willa countered, her voice entirely devoid of fear.
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Sterling’s pleasant smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he straightened his posture and turned toward the exit with a cold glare.
“Mind your place, girl, or your mother’s facility fees will be the least of your financial worries before the week is through,” he snapped.
