CHAPTER 2 — THE GLASS THAT SHATTERED
CHAPTER 2 — THE GLASS THAT SHATTERED
By midday, Vivien Cole had already rewritten the story.
To staff.
To friends.
To Nathaniel’s assistant.
Even to Margaret’s own relatives.
“She lost her balance.”
“She tripped.”
“I tried to catch her.”
Every version had the same structure.
Accident.
Helplessness.
Shock.
But none of them explained why Margaret’s cane had been found three steps above her.
Or why security footage from the stair camera had been “temporarily offline” for maintenance scheduled by Vivien herself.
Nathaniel didn’t confront her immediately.
He invited her to lunch instead.
At the estate.
On purpose.
Vivien arrived dressed perfectly, as always.
Soft smile.
Careful eyes.
Controlled warmth.
The kind of woman who knew exactly how she looked when she was being trusted.
“I’ve been thinking about your mother,” she said gently as she sat down. “She’s strong. She’ll recover quickly.”
Nathaniel watched her.
Did not speak.
She reached for her water glass.
“You look exhausted,” she added.
Still no reaction.
Then she sighed lightly.
“I know this is hard for you. Accidents like this always feel—”
“Stop.”
One word.
Quiet.
Final.
Vivien froze slightly.
Nathaniel leaned forward.
“There was a child on the second floor,” he said.
Her expression didn’t change.
But her fingers tightened around the glass.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said carefully.
“That’s the problem,” Nathaniel replied.
He placed his phone on the table.
Played a recording.
Lily’s voice.
Small.
Clear.
“She pushed the lady.”
The sound filled the room like breaking ice.
Vivien’s face went still.
For half a second, just one, her mask slipped.
Then she laughed.
A small, sharp sound.
“Are you seriously trusting a toddler over me?”
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Nathaniel looked at her.
“I’m trusting the stairs,” he said.
