Chapter 276

The driver dropped James back at the Smith residence. In the living room, Layla and Hazel were watching TV together. As James entered through the door, Layla immediately stood up and walked toward him. “Why are you back so early?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. “My heart doesn't feel right... I need to lie down for a while,” James replied in a low tone, exhaustion clearly visible on his face. “Did you drink again?” Layla asked, pretending to scold him. James had always had a high tolerance for alcohol—what he had consumed that night should’ve been negligible. Yet, as soon as he placed his foot on the stairs, his vision blurred, his consciousness wavered, and he collapsed right there. “James!” Layla screamed. Hazel rushed off the couch in panic. “Mom! What happened to Dad? Should we call an ambulance?” But Layla remained strangely calm. There was no fear in her eyes—only a cold, merciless glint. “Why bother? Let him be,” she said in a chilling tone. Hazel looked at her mother,