His heart had rotted through long ago, eaten away day after day by jealousy and resentment until nothing was left.
Her gaze drifted to Victoria Harbor, glittering with light beyond the window, and a resolve crystallized inside her.
She could not let this lunatic keep using the Henson family's foundation to rule Harbor City unchallenged.
Jocelyn reached for her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Interested in a deal with guaranteed returns?"
"Who am I?" A beat. "Jocelyn Henson. Heiress of the Henson family."
Jocelyn went back to the Sanchez estate after her discharge to pack her things.
The moment she pushed the door open, Nellie walked toward her wearing one of Jocelyn's silk loungewear sets.
"You're back? Ivor said you wouldn't be out for a few more days, so he brought me over early to take care of you."
She stepped closer and dropped her voice to a whisper.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not going to fight you for anything. After all... it's already mine."
Before Jocelyn could respond, Nellie's eyes turned red in an instant and she crumpled to the floor, just as Ivor descended the staircase and caught the whole scene.