At that moment, Naomi felt cold enough to do anything.
In her mind, Francis had personally forced her and Erica onto a dead-end path. If she continued sitting still while Anastasia inherited everything, then neither she nor her daughter would ever receive a share of the Tillman pack's wealth or territory.
Her resentment had already rotted into something poisonous.
After returning upstairs, Naomi quietly opened one of the cabinets hidden inside the bedroom. From the back corner, she removed a bottle containing small white pills before unscrewing the lid of Francis' antihypertensive medication.
Every night, Francis obediently took one pill before sleeping.
And tonight, Naomi calmly mixed the new pills into the container.
