Moreover, if Zoey awoke to find herself disabled, the shock alone might be too much for her. Perhaps, Wrenley thought, it would be kinder to end her suffering early.

Wrenley consoled herself with these justifications.

Just moments before, she had stood defiant, a mother protecting her child. Now, she found herself aiding her husband’s ruthless plans.

After the operation, they removed the breathing mask from Zoey’s face.

Zayden scanned the room, his eyes finally settling on a pillow.

He seized it and forcefully pressed it against Zoey’s face, his features twisted in anger.

“Zoey, after all these years of raising you, after giving you a life, it’s time you pay us back. Goodbye.”

Katelyn watched the horrific scene unfold on her laptop screen, shaking with rage.

She had braced herself for their cruelty, yet the reality of their actions was still utterly disgusting.

Zoey was their own daughter! How could they bring themselves to take her life?

Vincent, absorbed in the scene, placed a reassuring hand on Katelyn, who was visibly shaking with rage.

“Collect the evidence. The wicked will not escape justice,” he assured her.

Katelyn was desperate to go to the hospital and confront them herself.

She barely restrained herself.

She had already alerted the hospital security when she overheard Zayden and Wrenley’s wicked scheme, warning them of the imminent danger in Zoey’s room. Just as Zayden pressed down on the pillow, two security guards unexpectedly appeared at the door.

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to kill a patient? That’s against the law!” The guards yelled, pulling Zayden and Wrenley away from Zoey.

Meanwhile, Zoey, still asleep, bore an unnatural redness on her face.

Caught off-guard, Zayden flinched, and Wrenley seemed even more shaken.

Stammering for an explanation, she said, “You’re mistaken. That’s our daughter in the bed. We were merely engaging in a playful act with her.”

“A playful act? You expect us to believe that?” A guard, eyeing the discarded pillow, replied with disdain.

“I’ve been at this hospital long enough, yet I have never seen parents threaten their own child like this. Cut the nonsense. You’re coming with us to the security room to await the police’s arrival in the morning.”

Wrenley’s face drained of color, and she collapsed to the floor.

Heading to the police station could turn Katelyn’s words into a terrifying reality.

She couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of her life in prison.

Zayden, stubbornly, said, “There’s been a misunderstanding. I was simply visiting my daughter, and we got a bit playful. Don’t you people from the city get it?”

A guard, twirling his rubber baton, said, “We don’t entertain murder games here.” He then ordered, “Take them.”

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