For three silent days , Zane locked himself in his study , poring over Clara's medical reports again and again . Olivia hovered outside the door , wanting to knock but too afraid . She was young , but she could feel the atmosphere in the house had changed . And she knew that change had something to do with her mother . But Olivia refused to believe it . Her award - winning painting was still on the table , waiting for her mother's praise … Olivia hugged her knees , sitting on the floor outside the door . Tears welled in her eyes , but she didn't dare let them fall . She could only listen to the sounds of Zane smashing things inside . Just as Zane tore the last report to shreds , the doorbell rang . It was a woman in a sharp suit . He glanced through the peephole , intending to ignore it , but the bell rang again , persistently . Zane yanked the door open , annoyed . The woman before him had a serious expression and held a briefcase . " Dr. Zane Pierce ? " " My name is Jessica . I was Clara's attorney . Please gather your relevant documents and bring all family members to the law office . " "Clara left a will , and its execution requires everyone to be present . " The name " Clara " jolted Zane back to reality . He didn't waste a second . He rushed to the bathroom to quickly clean himself up . Then he called Clara's father , her brother Ethan , and Hailey , who had just been discharged from the hospital . They all hurried to the law firm . In her office , Jessica reviewed the items Clara had left her one last time . In her final moments , Clara had handed her an envelope containing a single , short sentence : [ I've prepared everything . After I'm gone , you have my full authority to act on my behalf . ] Inside the envelope were instructions to investigate Hailey thoroughly . Jessica glanced at the thick file beside her . It was filled with proof of Hailey's crimes . She opened her office door . Zane and the others were already waiting. And the woman supporting Clara's father and Ethan was Hailey . Jessica turned and gestured for them to enter . In the conference room , an elegant woman with an icy composure sat beside the head of the table . It was Clara's mother . Her gaze was like a razor , scrutinizing every person in the room .