She pointed toward the security camera mounted in the corner.
Willard followed her gaze. For a fleeting moment, doubt flickered across his face.
Looking at how certain Daisie seemed, he contemplated, ‘Could it be… that Kendra really has been pretending after all?’
Just then, the door to the hospital room creaked open.
Kendra stepped in, her voice trembling with emotion as she said softly, “Hey… did I come at a bad time? I thought I heard you arguing in here…”
Willard immediately crossed the room to support her, his tone tender and full of concern.
“Why did you get out of bed? The doctor told you to rest.”
Kendra leaned into his arms, her tearful gaze drifting toward Daisie.
“Daisie… are you still mad at me? I’m sorry… I know it’s my fault. If it weren’t for me needing that kidney, you wouldn’t have had to go through this. I was heartbroken about your dad, too. I really did everything I could…”
Daisie felt a wave of nausea rise in her chest just looking at her.
“Keep pretending! Go on! Keep acting!” she shouted. “Willard, check the security footage! See for yourself how she bragged yesterday about faking her illness and how she admitted she was behind my father’s death!”