Chapter 54: Plotting a Murder

Gina's footsteps pounded a frantic rhythm across the linoleum floor as she paced Lory's hospital room length. Her hands twisted together in front of her, knuckles white from the pressure of her grip. Every few moments, her panicked gaze would flit towards the motionless form of her husband lying unconscious in the bed. "Why can't you just die?" she found herself muttering under her breath, the words laced with desperation. "Why do you have to wake up now when everything finally falls into place?" Her mind raced, replaying the fateful day when she had shoved Lory down the tall staircase in their mansion's foyer. She could still see it vividly - the surprise in his eyes as he tumbled backward, the sickening thud as his head struck the hard floor, the small pool of crimson that had slowly spread outwards from the impact site. At that moment, she had been sure her plan had worked. Lory was as good as dead, and she could finally begin living the life of luxury she deserved as the heir