21/08/2025
The Nurse Who Granted a Dying Patientās Final Wish
Episode 3
The door creaked as I stepped into Adrianās mansion, my heart pounding in the silence. The scent of him lingered faintly ā a mixture of cologne and something warm, like cedarwood. For a moment, the memory of his faint smile at the hospital filled my chest, and I almost broke down. But I couldnāt. Not now. Not with danger shadowing my every step.
I closed the door gently behind me and leaned against it, my eyes darting across the dimly lit hall. The grand staircase loomed ahead, portraits of stern-faced ancestors staring down as if judging me for being here. My grip tightened on the small silver key in my pocket. I wasnāt here for comfort. I was here for the truth.
Adrianās words echoed in my head: Behind the painting of a lighthouse above the fireplace.
I found my way into the living room, my footsteps soft against the polished wooden floor. The fireplace stood at the center, and just above it hung a painting of a lonely lighthouse standing against a storm. I swallowed hard, reached up, and carefully lifted the frame. My breath caught when I saw the outline of a small safe embedded in the wall.
Hands trembling, I keyed in the numbers: 0-9-1-7. A soft click. The door opened. Inside, neatly stacked, were documents, photographs, and a small black flash drive. My chest tightened ā this was it. The evidence that had made Adrian a target.
I stuffed everything into my bag, my ears straining for any sound. The house was too quiet. Too still. Thenā¦ a floorboard creaked. Upstairs.
I froze.
Someone was here.
Slowly, I zipped the bag shut and backed away from the fireplace. My eyes darted toward the back exit, but before I could move, a voice sliced through the silence.
āLooking for something, nurse?ā
I spun around. At the foot of the staircase stood the man in the dark suit ā the one who had entered Adrianās hospital room earlier. His eyes glinted coldly, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. Behind him, two
