She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 489

Once the IV was hooked up, Evelyn planned to pull Sierra away with some trivial excuse, ensuring Everett was left alone long enough for the fatal symptoms to set in. By the time anyone checked on him, he would be dead from severe hypoglycemia.

Insulin metabolized incredibly fast in the bloodstream. Even if an autopsy and blood work were performed, it would merely look like Everett died from an accidental hypoglycemic shock.

And if the authorities dug deeper? The blame would fall entirely on Sierra for grabbing the wrong IV bag. Evelyn would be completely untethered from the tragedy.

She thought her plan was absolutely brilliant.

The only hurdle was finding the perfect moment to swap the bags.

Over the past few days, Evelyn had frantically searched for a blind spot in the cameras, but the coverage was too tight.

After eating lunch with Sierra, they both returned to their respective stations.

Then, right at 3:00 PM, Evelyn watched Sierra sprint frantically out of Everett's room.

"Sierra, what's wrong? Why are you panicking?"

Sierra pulled up short, her face pale with distress.

"It's awful, Evelyn! Everett... he threw a ball and completely smashed the security camera in his room!"

"Really?"

Catching the sudden gleam of thrill in Evelyn's eyes, Sierra tilted her head in confusion.

"Evelyn, why do you look..."

"Ah! Sorry, I just meant... isn't he a bit too wild? He has a grown man's strength..."

"But his mind is literally a child's... Ugh, I know he didn't do it on purpose, so I can't even be mad at him. But... I heard the equipment here is insanely expensive. Those 360-degree cameras cost a fortune. I was the only one on duty when he broke it. Do you think management is going to make me pay for it? I can't afford that!"

Sierra looked utterly devastated, her eyes reddening as she fought back tears.

It was flawless. In ten minutes, when Sierra came in to administer Everett's daily drip, she would unknowingly pump a lethal dose of insulin straight into his bloodstream.

A completely untraceable, accidental death by hypoglycemia.

Once the trap was set, Evelyn wheeled the cart out of the room.

Ten minutes later, right on schedule, Sierra walked down the hall to start Everett's IV.

Evelyn lurked in the hallway, pressing her eye to the narrow crack in the door to watch the execution.

Inside, Sierra hung the lethal IV bag on the stand and connected the tubing to the catheter already embedded in the back of Everett's hand.

Just as Sierra's fingers pinched the small plastic clamp to start the fatal drip, a chillingly familiar voice whispered right behind Evelyn's ear:

"Waiting to see how your husband dies?"