I was not worried that Vernon would report me to the police because he couldn't explain the presence of psychiatric drugs in the food. And whether he suspected me or not was no longer important, because the Grim Reaper was already beckoning to him.
A few more days passed.
Vernon found me, "Stella, let's make up."
"I sent our mother to a nursing home. She used to badmouth you all the time, but I am her son, and I couldn't do anything about it."
"Now it's just the two of us. Can you forgive me?"
My heart turned cold. He sent his mother to a nursing home.
He must know what kind of place it was, especially for a demented elderly person.
But this was exactly what I wanted. Suffering in a nursing home might be more terrifying than death.
In response to Vernon's request for reconciliation, I pretended to be extremely happy, "What are you talking about? We didn't even argue, so there's no need for reconciliation."
Some time passed.
Vernon found me, "Stella, what happened to the money our parents left you? I want to invest in a project that is guaranteed to make money, and then we can live a good life together."
But I was destined to disappoint him.