Third Person's POV
Connor paused, his eyes track-reading Vivian's reactions with a mix of calculation and dread. "I've talked to a defense attorney who specializes in high-stakes felonies. We're changing the narrative on that million dollars. You didn't pay the orderly to hurt Rolf—you found out he was terminally ill and gave him the money out of pure, selfless compassion."
He leaned in. "Rolf won't press charges, and neither will we. Even if the state tries to go for a public prosecution, with enough money and the right 'charity' angle, we can kill the case."
Vivian let out a long, shaky breath. The weight on her chest eased.
Then, a thought hit her, and she bolted upright from the sofa, her eyes wide with a sudden realization. "Wait. So when Morty cornered me about the wire transfer.
