Daisie trembled as she stared at him.
“Willard,” she said, her voice hoarse, “do you even dare to check the security footage? Right here, in this room, check what she did and said to me yesterday! Watch it yourself, and tell me if she looks sick! Tell me if she’s really not pretending!”
She pointed toward the security camera mounted in the corner.
Willard followed her gaze. For a fleeting moment, doubt flickered across his face.
Looking at how certain Daisie seemed, he contemplated, ‘Could it be… that Kendra really has been pretending after all?’
Just then, the door to the hospital room creaked open.
Kendra stepped in, her voice trembling with emotion as she said softly, “Hey… did I come at a bad time? I thought I heard you arguing in here…”
Willard immediately crossed the room to support her, his tone tender and full of concern.
“Why did you get out of bed? The doctor told you to rest.”
Kendra leaned into his arms, her tearful gaze drifting toward Daisie.
“Daisie… are you still mad at me? I’m sorry… I know it’s my fault. If it weren’t for me needing that kidney, you wouldn’t have had to go through this. I was heartbroken about your dad, too. I really did everything I could…”
Daisie felt a wave of nausea rise in her chest just looking at her.
“Keep pretending! Go on! Keep acting!” she shouted. “Willard, check the security footage! See for yourself how she bragged yesterday about faking her illness and how she admitted she was behind my father’s death!”
Kendra flinched violently, as though she’d been startled at those words.
“Willard… I didn’t… I know she hates me for taking you away, but I never said those things. I was devastated by Uncle Joe’s death, too. How could she accuse me like this?”
Willard instinctively wrapped his arms around Kendra, patting her back gently in comfort before turning on Daisie with a glare.
“Daisie, have you caused enough trouble?” he snapped. “Look at what you’ve done—Kendra just had surgery, her body’s weak, and she’s still worried about you. Yet you’re acting like a crazy woman throwing accusations!”
“I regret ever letting you through my family’s doors!” he blurted out. “Your dad’s death was his own bad luck. It had nothing to do with Kendra! You bring misfortune to your own parents, and now, you want to drag others down with you?!”