On the screen, Madison placed a manicured hand over her flat stomach and smiled.
“Ethan actually thinks the baby is his,” she said. “He can’t even do basic math.”
“Make sure he never finds out,” Margaret said. “And don’t let Charles demand a DNA test. He’s sentimental, but he isn’t stupid.”
The room seemed to lose all air.
Then Madison asked, “When is he going to retire permanently? I can’t keep acting like the sweet daughter-in-law forever.”
Margaret set down her glass.
“Soon,” she said calmly. “I changed his heart medication three weeks ago. I’ve been crushing digoxin into his morning ginger smoothies. It looks like natural cardiac decline. One day, he’ll fall asleep in his chair and never wake up. Then we control everything.”
