Anna's POV
Sunlight streamed through the hospital window, casting a warm glow across Lucius's pale face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the beeping monitors confirming what the doctors had told us—he'd survived the critical forty-eight hours. Relief washed over me like a gentle tide.
"Rachel, please arrange a private room for Lucius," I said. "Make it convenient for Lucian and the others to visit. And hire a professional nurse for when they return to work."
Hours passed before Lucius finally opened his eyes, initially silent and disoriented. The police investigators waited patiently until he was ready to speak.
"I... remember clearly," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Someone... pushed me. At that moment... only he and I were on the scaffolding."
My jaw tightened. This wasn't an accident—it was attempted murder disguised as workplace negligence.
With the victim's testimony, the police finally had what they needed.
