Inside it was the evidence I had spent the last two hours gathering from the medical cart in Ethan’s room.

“I am alleging medical malpractice,” I said, my voice ringing clear in the quiet library.

“This is absurd,” Jason sneered, his knuckles turning white. “She is mentally unstable. Her father is a desperate debtor, and she is trying to extort this family.”

“I have proof,” I said, stepping closer to Arthur Pendelton.

I opened my bag and pulled out three small, amber glass vials.

I set them down on the polished wood of the table.

They clinked softly against each other.

“These were taken from the medical cart in Ethan’s room tonight,” I said. “They are labeled as standard vitamin supplements, but the active ingredient is something else entirely.”

Pendelton leaned forward, squinting at the vials.

“What are you implying?” he asked.

“These vials contain a heavy sedative, mixed with a paralytic agent,” I said, pointing to the faded chemical code on the side of the labels. “It is being administered to Ethan under the guise of therapeutic care.”

A gasp went around the table.