“The clause activates upon clinical death,” Reynolds continued calmly. “In the event of maternal mortality during childbirth, if twins are born, a forensic toxicology review of all substances in the deceased’s system shall commence immediately, and encrypted digital files labeled Integrity shall transfer to the United States Attorney’s Office.”
Adrian went pale.
Moments later, federal agents entered with warrants. Recorded conversations detailing anticoagulant dosages echoed through the room from concealed hospital security systems. Olivia’s earlier celebration was captured on hallway footage.
Beatrice attempted to retreat toward the exit, but uniformed officers blocked her path.
“It is over,” one agent declared.
At that moment, I allowed my fingers to move. My lungs expanded fully as Dr. Bennett restored the monitor’s authentic rhythm. The beeping resumed, strong and undeniable.
I opened my eyes.
Adrian staggered backward, terror distorting his face.
“Good evening,” I said steadily. “Did you enjoy the champagne?”
He collapsed into incoherent babble.
“I am not a ghost,” I continued as Dr. Bennett assisted me upright. “I am the woman you attempted to murder.”