Chapter 5 - The Confession
The digital clock on the monitor read 2:00 PM the next day.
Dr. Warren Vance arrived at the Caldwell estate carrying his expensive leather medical bag.
Ethan and Claire watched the screens in tense silence.
Margaret escorted the doctor directly into her private office.
She closed the heavy oak doors.
The hidden camera captured everything in crystal-clear definition.
“He is gone for a week,” Margaret said, pouring two glasses of expensive scotch.
Dr. Vance smirked.
“Excellent.”
“Did he suspect anything when he fired the nanny?”
“No,” Margaret replied.
“He is completely blinded by his grief over his dead wife.”
“He will believe whatever medical jargon we feed him.”
Dr. Vance took a sip of his drink.
“The new offshore account is set up.”
“We need to increase Noah’s specialized therapy billing by another twenty percent this quarter.”
Ethan felt his stomach churn with absolute disgust.
“But we have a problem,” Margaret continued.
“The boy managed to take a few steps yesterday.”
“The nanny had been secretly exercising his legs.”
Dr. Vance frowned deeply.
“If he regains muscle tone, Ethan will demand a second opinion.”
“You need to double the dosage of the paralytic.”
“Keep him entirely confined to the wheelchair until I can fabricate a new MRI showing spinal deterioration.”
Margaret nodded.
“I will administer the double dose tonight.”
In the hotel room, Claire covered her mouth in horror.
“They are completely evil.”
Ethan stood up.
He pulled a sleek, black handgun from his suitcase and tucked it into his waistband.
He grabbed his keys.
“Call the police, Claire.”
“Tell them to send every single unit they have.”
Ethan walked out of the hotel room.
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He was no longer a grieving father.
He was a predator hunting the monsters in his house.
