You'll sign those papers right now! Evelyn spat, her voice a harsh, aggressive hiss that rattled the quiet room. She jostled the heavy plastic monitor in her hands, threatening to drop it directly onto Chloe's fragile frame. Chloe’s chest rose and fell in shallow, painful hitches under the heavy weight of her injuries. Through the clear plastic of the oxygen mask, her cracked lips parted slowly, her defiant blue eyes locking directly onto Evelyn’s trembling face with zero fear. No... I will never sign, Chloe whispered weakly, her shaky voice muffled by the plastic mask yet carrying an unbreakable core of defiance that infuriated her mother-in-law even further. Evelyn raised the monitor a few inches higher, her face contorting into an ugly mask of rage. You think you have a choice? Evelyn sneered, taking a step closer to the mattress. Nobody is coming to save you, Chloe. You sign the inheritance over to my son today, or you won't live long enough to leave this room!