Dead from a fall?
Impossible.
There was no way her Sabrina could have died in a fall.
“The news must be a lie.” Octavia’s voice trembled as she spoke.
Hester let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Oh, Grandma, how naïve you are. Always so eager to fool yourself.”
Something clicked in Octavia’s mind. Her clouded eyes turned to Hester, suspicion flaring.
“Were you behind this?” she demanded. “The news only just broke, but you predicted something would happen to Sabrina before anyone else. You—”
A chill swept over Octavia as a horrifying possibility dawned on her.
Unbelievable.
How could Hester possibly have the power to bring down a plane?
But remembering how Hester had behaved after leaving the hospital, it suddenly all made sense. She must have started planning the moment she was discharged.
Octavia may have been old, but she wasn’t senile. Looking back at Hester’s recent actions, it was obvious—this was no accident.
Just then, the woman across from her spoke up, voice light and almost cheerful.
“That’s right, I’ve been planning this for a long time. This time it was your precious granddaughter and your eldest son. Next time? Who knows—”
Her gaze flicked playfully to Octavia.
“Maybe next time, it’ll be your darling youngest son, Wallace!”
Octavia felt as if a fist was squeezing her chest; she could barely breathe. Her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She couldn’t understand—why would Hester do this?
Her voice came out cracked and ancient, each word a gasp for answers.



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