Elena: It's so quiet in here once visiting hours finally end for the evening.
Arthur: ...
Elena: Just you, me, and the ticking clock waiting for your heart to give out[cite: 1].
The woman whispers close to his ear with a sinister smile, her breath cold against his pale cheek[cite: 1].
Elena: Sleep deeply... your money, your everything will be mine[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: No messy divorce lawyers, no drawn-out court battles over the mansion[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: Just a tragic medical complication after a terrible highway crash[cite: 1].
She adjusted the IV drip valve slightly, turning the saline flow down a fraction of a millimeter with chilling casualness.
Elena: The attending physician already signed off on your failing cardiovascular health[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: He has no idea how much financial incentive I gave him to look the other way[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: Everybody in Chicago thinks I'm a devoted, grieving wife sitting vigil by your side[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: If only they knew what was really hiding underneath this green silk dress[cite: 1].
She laughed softly under her breath, a dry, humorless sound that echoed against the metal bed rails.
Elena: You always said I had expensive tastes, Arthur[cite: 1].
Arthur: ...
Elena: Well, luxury maintenance costs a fortune, and you were holding the purse strings too tight[cite: 1].
Can anyone stop her corporate greed before she signs the final inheritance transfer papers in the morning?
Elena: Rest in peace, billionaire[cite: 1].