The hospital window exploded into a thousand pieces. Glass flew everywhere like tiny diamonds falling through the air. A small boy around 9 years old tumbled through the broken window and landed hard on the shiny floor. His name was Samuel. He was thin and dirty with torn clothes and bleeding feet. But his eyes burned with something powerful.

Determination. “Turn off the machines now!” Samuel shouted, pointing at the hospital bed. “Turn them off and your daughter will wake up and walk.” In the bed lay Hannah, a 9-year-old girl surrounded by beeping machines. Tubes and wires connected her to everything. She looked like she was sleeping, but she wasn’t.

She was in a coma, a deep sleep that doctor said she would never wake up from. Sitting beside the bed was Richard, Hannah’s father. He was a millionaire, one of the richest men in the city. But right now, with red eyes and messy hair, he just looked like a broken dad. Richard stared at Samuel with his mouth open.

Who? Who are you? Please, sir. You have to believe me. Samuel begged. Turn off the machines. Hannah is my friend. She doesn’t need them. They’re the reason she won’t wake up. Security. A woman’s voice shrieked. This was Veronica Richard’s wife and Hannah’s stepmother.

She wore a fancy black dress and looked perfect, except for the anger on her face. Get this filthy boy out of here. A man in a white coat stepped forward. Don’t touch my patient, Dr. Johnson yelled. He was Richard’s best friend and Hannah’s doctor. This boy is crazy. The machines are keeping Hannah alive. Two big security guards rushed into the room.

They grabbed Samuel’s arms and lifted him off the floor. No, wait. Samuel struggled against them. Mr. Richard, please listen. I know this sounds impossible, but I’m telling the truth. Hannah told me her name. We played together. Turn off the machines for just one minute. Just one minute and she’ll open her eyes. I promise. Richard’s face turned white. You You know Hannah? This is insane. Dr. Johnson said angrily.

Richard, don’t listen to him. He’s just a street kid. The machines are the only things keeping your daughter alive. Turn them off and she’ll die. He’s right, darling, Veronica added quickly. This boy is clearly sick in the head.

Why would you believe him over trained doctors? The guard started dragging Samuel toward the door, his feet kicked in the air. Please, Mr. Richard. Tears ran down Samuel’s dirty face. Don’t let them trick you. Your wife and the doctor are lying. They don’t want Hannah to wake up. Please. She’s my friend. Friends, don’t lie. How dare you accuse us? Veronica screamed, her face red with rage. Mr.

Richard, Samuel shouted as the guards pulled him through the door. Turn off the machines. Hannah will wake up. Don’t be deceived. The door slammed shut. Samuel’s voice disappeared down the hallway. The room went quiet except for the beeping machines. Richard stood frozen, his heart pounding, his hands shook.

How did he know her name? Richard whispered. Dr. Johnson put his hand on Richard’s shoulder. You’re a famous businessman. That boy probably saw Hannah’s picture in the newspaper. He made up the whole friendship story to trick you. Exactly. Veronica agreed, nodding. Street children always try to fool rich people for money. Don’t think about it anymore, darling.

Focus on Hannah. Richard sat back down and held Hannah’s hand. But something felt wrong, very wrong. That boy’s eyes had been so honest, so certain, so desperate. What if he was telling the truth? “The boy is gone now,” Veronica whispered to Dr. Johnson with a cold smile. “Hannah will stay asleep forever.” Dr. Johnson nodded just like we planned.

They didn’t know their evil plan was about to fall apart because Samuel wasn’t giving up. Not now, not ever. Hannah was his friend and friends never abandon each other. Hello friends, welcome to our story. Before we start, please like this video and subscribe.

Also, tell us in the comments where are you watching from? New York, London, maybe South Africa or Jamaica? We want to know. The sun was shining through the big windows of Hannah’s bedroom. It was a beautiful room with pink curtains, stuffed animals on shelves, and a soft carpet on the floor. But Hannah wasn’t playing with her toys. She was lying in her bed, propped up with pillows.

Richard sat in a chair next to her bed. He was reading from a children’s book. His voice was gentle and warm. Fairies only exist for those who believe in them, Richard read aloud. And in the deep forest where the oldest trees grow, there lived a fairy named Moon Beam. Who, Daddy? Hannah interrupted softly. Richard looked up from the book. Yes, sweetheart. When can I go outside and play? Hannah asked.

Her voice was weak and tired. I want to run in the garden. I want to feel the grass under my feet. Richard’s smile faded a little. His heart felt heavy. Soon, honey, when you get stronger. But I’ve been in bed for so long, Hannah said. Her big brown eyes looked sad. I’m tired of being sick.

Richard reached over and gently touched her cheek. I know, baby. I know. The door opened. Dr. Johnson walked in carrying his black medical bag. Veronica followed behind him. Good afternoon, Hannah. Dr. Johnson said with a big smile. How are you feeling today? Tired? Hannah said quietly. Dr. Johnson sat on the edge of the bed. He took out his stethoscope, the tool doctors used to listen to your heart and lungs.

Let me check you over, he said. He listened to Hannah’s chest, looked in her ears, and checked her temperature. Then he stood up and motioned for Richard and Veronica to follow him to the corner of the room. Hannah watched them talk in low voices. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see her daddy’s face getting sadder and sadder.

Richard, Veronica, Dr. Johnson said quietly. Hannah’s condition is very serious. The alastic anemia is getting worse. What does that mean exactly? Veronica asked, though her voice didn’t sound very concerned. It means her bone marrow isn’t making enough blood cells, Dr. Johnson explained. Her body can’t carry oxygen properly.

That’s why she’s always tired. That’s why she can’t run and play like other children. Richard’s hands were shaking. But you can cure her, right? There must be something we can do. Dr. Johnson shook his head slowly. I’m doing everything I can. She needs complete rest.

No excitement, no physical activity, and she needs to take her medicine every day, every single day, without missing. “We’ll make sure she takes it,” Veronica said quickly. “Won’t we, Richard?” Richard nodded, unable to speak. Tears were filling his eyes. “Good,” Dr. Johnson said. He patted Richard on the shoulder. “I’ll come back tomorrow to check on her. In the meantime, make sure Hannah stays in bed.

Any strain on her body could be very dangerous.” After Dr. Johnson left. Richard went back to Hannah’s bedside. He tried to smile, but Hannah could see the worry in his eyes. “Daddy, are you sad?” Hannah asked. “No, sweetheart,” Richard lied. “I’m just thinking.” “About what?” “About how much I love you?” Richard said, kissing her forehead. “Now, should we finish the story about the fairy?” Hannah nodded.

But she wasn’t really listening to the story anymore. She was looking out the window at the bright sunshine and the green grass and the blue sky. She wanted so badly to go outside. The next afternoon, Hannah was alone in her room. Veronica had gone shopping. Richard was at work. The housekeeper, Mrs. Patricia, was downstairs cooking lunch.

An old ball suddenly appeared, dropping hard onto the grass below. The girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Someone must be playing outside and dropped it,” she murmured to herself. Hannah put her hands on the mattress, leaning forward to try to get up.

She really wanted to run out to the yard, return the ball, and maybe even play with whoever lost it. But in the middle of that impulse, memories flooded her mind. Her dad’s words, “You need to rest, sweetheart.” Veronica’s stern voice, “Stay in bed, Hannah. Don’t be difficult. Dr. Johnson’s warning. Any strain on her body could be very dangerous.” Hannah sank back against her pillows.

“No better if I stay here,” she whispered sadly. “I can’t push myself.” She stared at the ball sitting alone on the grass, wishing things were different. Meanwhile, outside the big mansion by the wall surrounding the property, a little boy watched anxiously. It was Samuel, an orphan kid surviving on the streets. “His greatest treasure, pretty much his only friend, was that old ball he’d found in a junkyard months ago.” He stared at the yard in despair.

“Oh no, I kicked it too hard,” he said to himself. “How am I going to get my ball now?” He sighed deeply. A few minutes earlier, Samuel had seen two cars leaving the house. One belonged to Richard, the other to Veronica. The boy figured the place might be mostly empty now. His eyes landed on a huge tree by the sidewalk.

Its thick branches stretched out and nearly touched the top of the wall. Street smart as he was, Samuel quickly did the math in his head. If he climbed that tree, he could jump over the wall and get his ball back. He listened carefully. He hadn’t heard any dogs barking, which was a relief. He didn’t want to be caught off guard by any angry animals.

Still, Samuel knew it wasn’t right to sneak into someone’s property. But that ball meant everything to him. It was his escape from loneliness. When he kicked it against walls or played with it in empty lots, he didn’t feel so alone. I’ll just grab it quick and leave right away, he thought, determined. I’m only taking what’s mine. Inside Hannah’s room, Mrs.

Patricia came in carrying a nice plate of food, carefully balancing it in her hands. Eat up so you can get strong, dear, she said kindly. And if you need anything, just ring the little bell by your bed and I’ll come running. Hannah smiled kindly, but she wasn’t hungry. Thanks, Mrs. Patricia. I’m not hungry right now, but I’ll eat later.

Just leave it beside me, please. Then she turned to the housekeeper, remembering what had just happened in the yard. Mrs. Patricia, a ball fell outside, but no one came to ask for it back. The woman glanced out the window with a disapproving look and muttered, “No, no one asked for it. But it’s just an old ball, probably junk. People are getting rudder and rudder these days.

They probably threw it there on purpose to mess up our nice lawn.” She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, dear. Mr. Wilson, the gardener, will stop by later to clean up the garden. He’ll take care of it along with the old leaves.” Anna just nodded without arguing, but her curiosity stayed alive.

She kept staring at that ball left on the lawn, not knowing that on the other side of the wall, Samuel was making his final plans to sneak over and get back what he saw as a part of himself. Mrs. Patricia then left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She had no idea that that simple forgotten object in the backyard was about to bring two lives together in an unexpected way. Hannah stared at the plate of food that Mrs.

Patricia had left for a few moments. She knew she needed to eat, that it was part of staying healthy. But honestly, the heaviness in every muscle made even lifting a fork feel like hard work. The little girl side, feeling too weak to bring the food to her mouth. Just then, she heard a different sound. It wasn’t from the hallway or downstairs.

It seemed to come from outside, something moving in the branches of a tree. She furrowed her brow and looked toward the window once more. Her heart jumped when she saw what was there. There was a boy, a skinny kid in old dirty clothes, balancing on one of the thick branches of the tree outside.

He moved with the skill of someone used to climbing like a monkey swinging through the jungle. Hannah watched, hardly breathing as the boy carefully made his way along the branch toward the wall. Samuel balanced carefully on the thick branch. His bare feet gripped the rough bark. He had climbed many trees before. It was one of the skills you learned when you lived on the streets.

But this tree was tall, and the branch was high above the ground. He took a deep breath and reached out toward the wall. His fingers touched the top of it. Almost there, he whispered to himself. With one quick movement, he pulled himself up onto the wall. For a moment, he sat there looking down at the beautiful garden below.

He had never seen grass so green or flowers so colorful. Everything looked perfect and expensive. Then he saw his ball sitting in the middle of the lawn like a red dot on a green carpet. “There you are,” Samuel said happily. He was about to jump down into the garden when something made him stop. He felt like someone was watching him. Samuel turned his head slowly and looked up at the big house.

His eyes went straight to a window on the second floor. A girl was there staring right at him. Samuel froze. His heart started beating fast. He had been caught. For a long moment, they just looked at each other. The boy on the wall and the girl in the window. Hannah couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

A real boy her age right there in her garden. She had been so lonely for so long, and now here was someone. Someone who looked like he needed a friend just as much as she did. Samuel expected the girl to scream or call for help. That’s what usually happened when rich people caught him somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. But Hannah didn’t scream.

Instead, she did something that surprised Samuel completely. She smiled and waved at him. Samuel blinked in confusion. Was she being friendly? Carefully, not sure what else to do, Samuel waved back. Hannah’s smile grew bigger. She pointed down at the ball on the grass, then pointed at Samuel, making a questioning face. Samuel nodded eagerly. “Yes, that was his ball.

” Anna understood. She made a go-ahad motion with her hand as if to say, “It’s okay. You can get it.” Samuel couldn’t believe his luck. This girl wasn’t mad at him. She was actually helping him. He carefully climbed down from the wall, dropping onto the soft grass below. His feet sank into the lawn.

It felt so different from the hard concrete streets he was used to. Samuel ran to his ball and picked it up, hugging it to his chest. He felt so relieved to have it back. Then he looked up at Hannah’s window again. She was still watching him, still smiling. Samuel wanted to say thank you, but he was too far away for her to hear him clearly, so he put his hand over his heart and bowed the way he had seen people do in movies. Hannah laughed, a small, quiet laugh, but a real one.

It had been so long since she had laughed. Samuel grinned. He liked making her laugh, but he knew he needed to leave before any adults came back. He didn’t want to get the nice girl in trouble. He started walking back toward the wall, but then he stopped. He turned around and looked up at Hannah again.

She looked so pale, so thin, so sad, even when she was smiling. Samuel had seen many sad people on the streets. He knew what loneliness looked like. And this girl, even though she lived in a huge, beautiful house, looked very lonely. An idea came to Samuel’s mind. It was a crazy idea, maybe a dangerous idea, but Samuel had learned that sometimes you had to take risks to make good things happen. He walked back toward the house, stopping right below Hannah’s window.

He kept his hands around his mouth and called up to her, keeping his voice low so no one else would hear. “Hey, what’s your name?” Hannah leaned closer to the window. “Hannah,” she called back softly. “What’s yours?” “Samuel.” “Hi, Samuel.” Hi, Hannah. Samuel looked around quickly to make sure no one was coming. Thank you for not getting me in trouble.

It’s okay, Hannah said. It’s just a ball. I’m glad you got it back. Samuel bounced the ball a few times. It’s my only toy. I found it in a junkyard. It’s pretty special to me. Hannah’s face grew sad. You found it in a junkyard? Yeah, Samuel said. I don’t have money to buy toys, but that’s okay. This ball is enough for me. Hannah felt her heart break a little.

She had a whole room full of toys that she never played with anymore. And this boy had only one ball that he found in the trash. “Where do you live?” Hannah asked. Samuel’s face became serious. “Nowhere really. I live on the streets under bridges and empty buildings wherever I can find.

” “You don’t have a home?” Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. “Or parents.” “My parents died when I was little,” Samuel explained. I’ve been on my own since I was six. That’s terrible, Anna said. Don’t you get lonely? Samuel shrugged, trying to act like it didn’t bother him sometimes. But I’m used to it now. What about you? Why are you inside on such a beautiful day? Don’t you want to come out and play? Hannah’s smile disappeared completely. I can’t. I’m sick. I have a blood disease called a plastic anemia.

My body doesn’t make enough blood cells, so I get tired really easily. The doctors say I have to stay in bed all the time. That sounds awful, Samuel said sincerely. Being stuck inside all day must be so boring. It is, Hannah admitted. And lonely, too. I don’t have any friends anymore. Kids from school stop visiting. And my stepmother doesn’t like when people come to the house.

Samuel felt angry. How could anyone be so mean? This girl was sick and alone, and her stepmother wouldn’t even let her have friends. Well, Samuel said, making a decision. I’ll be your friend if you want me to. I mean, Hannah’s whole face lit up like a lamp being turned on. Really? You would be my friend.

Of course, Samuel said. Everyone needs a friend. And you seem really nice. You seem nice, too, Anna said happily. But how can we be friends? I can’t leave my room, and you can’t come inside the house. Samuel thought for a moment. Then he smiled. I can come visit you. I’ll climb the tree and come to your window. We can talk and I can tell you about all the things I see in the city.

It’ll be like you’re going on adventures without leaving your room. Hannah clapped her hands together. That would be wonderful. Can you come back tomorrow? I’ll come back everyday if you want. Samuel promised. Yes, please come everyday, Hannah said excitedly. Then her face became worried. But you have to be careful.

My stepmother, Veronica, she doesn’t like strangers. And neither does Dr. Johnson, my doctor. If they catch you, they’ll call the police. Don’t worry, Samuel said confidently. I’m really good at not getting caught. I’ve been sneaking around this city for years. Hannah smiled, but she still looked concerned. Just be safe. Okay, I will. Samuel promised. I should go now before anyone comes back, but I’ll return tomorrow afternoon, same time.

I’ll be waiting,” Anna said. Samuel ran back to the wall and climbed up quickly. Before he dropped down to the other side, he turned and waved one more time. Hannah waved back, her heart feeling lighter than it had in months. Samuel disappeared over the wall, and Hannah was alone again.

But this time, being alone felt different because now she had something to look forward to. She had a friend. Hannah lay back against her pillows, a real smile on her face. For the first time since getting sick, she felt truly happy. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

That evening, when Richard came home from work, he found Hannah sitting up in bed with a bright expression. “Daddy,” she called out when he entered her room. “Hello, sweetheart,” Richard said, surprised by how energetic she sounded. He sat down on the edge of her bed. “You seem happy today. Did something good happen?” Hannah wanted to tell him about Samuel, but something made her stop.

She remembered how Veronica didn’t like strangers coming to the house. What if her father said Samuel couldn’t visit anymore? I just had a good day, Hannah said instead. Mrs. Patricia made my favorite lunch and I read a really good book. Richard smiled and kissed her forehead. I’m so glad, baby. It makes me happy when you’re happy. They talked for a while about Richard’s day at work.

He told her funny stories about the people in his office. Hannah laughed at his jokes. Then Veronica came into the room. Dinner is ready, she announced. Her voice was cold and business-like. She looked at Hannah without much warmth. “Did you take your medicine today?” “Yes,” Hannah said quietly.

Whenever Veronica came into the room, Hannah felt smaller and sadder. “Good,” Veronica said. She turned to Richard. “The doctor will be here tomorrow morning to check on her again.” Richard nodded. “Thank you for remembering, dear.” After they left to go eat dinner downstairs, Hannah was alone again. Mrs. Patricia brought up a tray of food for her.

As Hannah ate her soup slowly, she thought about Samuel. She wondered where he was sleeping tonight. Was he cold? Was he hungry? Did he have a blanket? Hannah looked at her warm, comfortable room with new eyes. She had so much, a soft bed, good food, a beautiful house.

But she had been so focused on what she didn’t have, her health, her freedom, friends, that she forgot to be grateful. Samuel had nothing. He slept under bridges. He found his only toy in the trash. But when he smiled at her, his smile was real and bright. Hannah decided that she would help Samuel somehow. She didn’t know how yet, but she would figure it out.

Friends helped each other, and Samuel was her friend now. The next day, Samuel came back just as he had promised. And the day after that, and the day after that. Every afternoon when Veronica went shopping and Richard was at work, Samuel would climb the tree, jump over the wall, and visit Hannah at her window. At first, they just talked.

Samuel told Hannah stories about life on the streets, the funny things he saw, the kind people who sometimes gave him food, the other street kids he knew. Hannah told Samuel about the books she read, the movies she watched, and the dreams she had about running and playing like other children. But as the weeks passed, their friendship grew deeper.

One day, Samuel brought a deck of old playing cards he had found. They were bent and some were missing, but Hannah didn’t care. Through the window, Samuel taught her how to play different card games. They would hold up their cards and play together, laughing when one of them won or lost. Another day, Samuel brought colorful chalk.

He drew pictures on the garden stones while Hannah watched from her window and told him what to draw next. They created a whole imaginary world together. Castles and dragons and brave knights. Hannah looked forward to Samuel’s visits more than anything. He made her laugh. He made her feel normal. He made her forget even for a little while that she was sick. 3 weeks had passed since they first met.

It was a warm afternoon and Samuel had brought an old warn Uno card game he had traded for with another street kid. “Okay, your turn.” Samuel called up to Hannah. He was sitting on the grass below her window, his cards spread out in front of him. Hannah held up her cards at the window. “I’ll play a red seven.

” “No way,” Samuel said dramatically, slapping his forehead. “That’s exactly what I didn’t want you to play,” Hannah giggled. “Then I made the right choice. They played several rounds. Hannah won three times and Samuel won twice. Each time someone won, they both cheered and laughed.

Hannah looked noticeably weaker than she had months ago, but she was still lively. Her hands shook a bit as she held the cards, but her smile never left her face. She loved these afternoons with Samuel more than anything in the world. After countless rounds, Samuel gathered up the cards and tucked them in his pocket. He picked up his ball and held it under his arm.

I have to go now,” he said, looking up at her with a big smile. “But I’ll be back tomorrow, and we’ll have even more fun.” Hannah nodded, trying to hide how tired she felt that day more than usual. Her arms achd from holding up the cards. Her chest felt heavy, but she didn’t want Samuel to notice.

“The last thing she wanted was for him to worry and stop coming.” “Okay,” she said, forcing brightness into her voice. “See you tomorrow, Samuel. See you tomorrow, Hannah.” Samuel waved and ran toward the wall. Hannah watched him climb up and disappear over the other side. Then she sank back against her pillows, exhausted, but happy.

Samuel jumped down from the wall and landed on the sidewalk. He was smiling, thinking about how much fun they’d had today. But his smile disappeared the moment he looked up. A woman stood right in front of him, blocking his path. Was Veronica. Her eyes went wide with shock and outrage. Her face twisted with disgust and anger.

Were you trying to jump over my fence, you filthy brat?” she shouted. Samuel froze speechless. His heart started pounding. This was Hannah’s stepmother. The one Hannah had warned him about. Before Samuel could think of an excuse, Veronica took a step closer. Her voice came out sharp and full of hate.

Get out of here right now before I call the police. She pulled out her cell phone and held it up. I’m serious. I’ll call them right now. Get moving. Samuel didn’t think twice. He grabbed his ball tightly and ran down the street as fast as he could. His heart pounded in his chest. His eyes welled up with fear.

He could hear Veronica’s angry voice behind him. And don’t you dare come back here again, you little thief. Samuel ran and ran until he couldn’t hear her voice anymore. Finally, he stopped in an alley far away, breathing hard. He sat down on the ground and hugged his ball to his chest. Tears ran down his face. Not because Veronica had been mean to him.

He was used to people being mean, but because he was afraid he would never see Hannah again. Hannah was his best friend, his only friend. What would she think when he didn’t come back tomorrow? Would she think he had abandoned her? Samuel wiped his tears with his dirty sleeve. He had to think of a way to see Hannah again. He just had to.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Veronica marched straight inside. She was furious. Her hands were shaking with anger. When Richard came home from work a few hours later, Veronica was waiting for him in the living room. Richard, we need to talk, she said urgently. Right now, Richard could see she was upset.

What’s wrong? Veronica acted out every detail with dramatic gestures. Honey, you won’t believe what I saw today. There was some street thug trying to jump over our fence. A dirty little boy, probably a thief looking to break into our house. Richard’s face went pale. What? Are you serious? completely serious. Veronica said, “I caught him red-handed, jumping down from our wall.

Who knows how many times he’s been doing this? He could have been watching us, planning to rob us.” “Did you call the police?” Richard asked. “I threatened to and he ran away like the little criminal he is,” Veronica said. “But Richard, this is serious. We’re not safe.” Hannah isn’t safe.

What if that boy had broken into the house? What if he had hurt someone? Richard sat down heavily on the couch. The thought of someone dangerous near his daughter made him feel sick with worry. “What should we do?” he asked. Veronica had clearly been thinking about this. “We need better security. The wall isn’t enough. We need an electric fence installed on top of it. Something that will shock anyone who tries to climb over.

An electric fence?” Richard wasn’t sure. Isn’t that a bit extreme? Extreme? Veronica’s voice rose. Richard, someone was trespassing on our property. Our daughter is sick and vulnerable in this house. We need to protect her. What if that boy comes back? What if next time he actually gets inside? Richard thought about Hannah lying weak and helpless in her bed. Veronica was right.

They needed to protect her. “Okay,” he said. “Finally, we’ll install the electric fence. I’ll call a security company tomorrow.” Veronica smiled with satisfaction. “Good. It’s the right decision. Hannah’s safety comes first. Upstairs in Hannah’s room, she waited by the window the entire next day.

She watched the tree, hoping to see Samuel climbing through the branches, but he never came. “Where are you, Samuel?” she whispered sadly. She didn’t know about Veronica catching him. She didn’t know about the electric fence being installed. All she knew was that her only friend had disappeared. And for the first time in months, Hannah felt completely alone again.

Late one evening after Richard had gone to bed, Veronica sat in the study with Dr. Johnson. The door was locked. The curtains were drawn. No one could see or hear them. Veronica poured two glasses of expensive wine and handed one to Johnson. They clinkedked their glasses together and smiled. Cold, cruel smiles.

“Everything is going perfectly,” Veronica said, taking a sip of her wine. “Richard suspects nothing.” Dr. Johnson nodded, looking very pleased with himself. Of course, he doesn’t. He trusts me completely. We’ve been friends for years. Or at least that’s what he thinks. Veronica laughed quietly. Friends? As if you ever cared about Richard. I never did, Johnson admitted.

His eyes were hard and cold. I’ve always envied him. He has everything. Money, success, respect. Meanwhile, I work hard every day as a doctor and barely make enough to live comfortably. It’s not fair. Life isn’t fair. Veronica agreed. But we’re going to make it fair for us. Once Hannah is gone and Richard is broken with grief, all his money will be ours.

They had been planning this for over a year. Ever since Veronica and Johnson had secretly started a romantic relationship behind Richard’s back. They had met at one of Richard’s business parties, and they had quickly realized they were both greedy, selfish people who wanted Richard’s fortune. The plan was simple but evil. Kill Hannah slowly using poison disguised as medicine.

make Richard so sad and broken that he couldn’t think straight, get him to sign papers that would transfer all his money to Veronica, and then disappear together to live a life of luxury. “How is the medication working?” Veronica asked. Johnson pulled out a small bottle from his medical bag.

The label said, “Vitamins for Hannah, but inside was something much more dangerous. A drug that made people very weak and sleepy. In large doses, it could put someone into a coma.” “Perfectly,” Johnson said. I’ve been increasing the dosage slowly over the past few months. That’s why Hannah keeps getting weaker and weaker.

Richard thinks it’s her blood disease getting worse, but it’s actually the poison I’ve been giving her. And the medical reports, Veronica asked, “All fake,” Johnson said proudly. “I write down that her blood counts are getting worse, that her bone marrow is failing more each day. But the truth is Hannah’s disease is actually stable.

She could live for many more years with proper treatment. But she’ll never get proper treatment. She’ll only get my poison. Veronica smiled wickedly. Richard reads those reports every night and cries. He thinks his daughter is dying naturally. He has no idea we’re killing her. The fool, Johnson said with disgust. He’s so blind with grief that he can’t see what’s right in front of him.

Veronica walked to the window and looked out at the dark garden. There’s just one problem we need to solve soon. What’s that? We need to move faster. Veronica said Hannah needs to fall into a coma soon within the next few days. Once she’s in a coma, we tell Richard there’s no hope. We convince him to let her go.

Then we inherit everything. Johnson thought about this. You’re right. We’ve been going too slowly. It’s time to increase the dosage significantly. Instead of giving her one dose of the poison per day, I’ll give her three. Within a week, she’ll be in a deep coma. Perfect. Veronica said, “And I’ll make sure Richard doesn’t interfere. I’ll give him sleeping pills and his evening tea.

He’ll sleep through the nights and we can do whatever we need to do with Hannah.” Johnson raised his glass. To our success, to Hannah’s death and to our fortune. Veronica raised her glass, too. To wealth and freedom. They clinkedked glasses again and drank, celebrating the terrible thing they were planning to do. What Veronica and Johnson didn’t know was that someone had heard everything they said.

Outside the study window, hidden in the branches of a tree, sat Samuel. He had been trying for two weeks to get back into the mansion to see Hannah. The electric fence had stopped him at first. He had touched it once and gotten a terrible shock that had knocked him to the ground. But Samuel was smart and determined. He had watched the fence carefully and noticed something.