บททั้งหมดของ Mistaken Identity Turns Site Visit Into Murder Ride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Anisa bent down to check the bottom of her shoe, then scraped it against the ground with disgust. "What terrible luck. My shoe is dirty now."Anthony had witnessed the whole thing clearly from above. His body began to convulse violently, and his eyes became bloodshot.I turned and reached for the steel cable on the outside of the basket. "Dad, I'm going down to get the backup pills."Anthony grabbed my wrist and shook his head. He clamped down on my wrist with surprising strength, stronger than a 70-year-old sick man should have had. He didn't want me to take the risk.At that moment, a sharp electronic beep sounded from below. A black remote control appeared in Anisa's hand. "Let me show you what weightlessness feels like."The basket's brake was released remotely. Without warning, the metal cage fell into free fall from nearly 100 feet in the air. My stomach shot up into my throat, and all I could hear was the wind and the chains shrieking as they rattled wildly.When the cage

Conner knelt in the pool of blood and shook Anthony's shoulders with both hands. "Dad! Dad, wake up. Dad, look at me."Anisa finally realized something was wrong. She moved closer and leaned in to look at the face beneath the tarp. "Mr. Randall, isn't this just that old man from the country—"She suddenly stopped speaking because she saw the way Martin was kneeling. That wasn't how a staff member knelt for an ordinary dead man. That was the gesture reserved for the head of a family.Anisa's face gradually turned pale. "This… this is impossible… Didn't you say your dad was abroad—"Conner turned and slapped Anisa across the face. It wasn't an ordinary slap. He put all his strength into it, fueled by his rage and a sudden rush of fear and regret.The force sent Anisa flying several feet backward. When she hit the ground, a bloody tooth flew out of her mouth."My ear!" She pressed her hand over her left ear and screamed as blood seeped through her fingers. Her eardrum had ruptured.

Two bodyguards hauled Anisa up and shoved her into the metal cage. There were no safety straps or railings inside, only a fraying rope hanging from above."Hold on tight," Floyd said.Then he pressed the winch control button. The cage was pushed over the edge of the building, hanging on the outside of the 50-story tower. Below it stretched roughly 500 feet of open air before the dark surface of the sea.The sea wind carried Anisa's screams away.Floyd lifted his finger from the button, and the winch brake disengaged. The cage plunged into a free fall, dropping from 330 feet above the water to 260 feet, then to 160 feet. At about 65 feet above the water, it stopped abruptly.The inertia sent Anisa's body jerking up from the cage floor and crashing back down hard onto the metal. A dark, wet stain spread across her pants. Vomit spilled through the gaps in the wire mesh and fell into the sea.The winch restarted and pulled the cage back to the 50th floor. Anisa curled up in the corne

Anisa's creditors took one of her kidneys and both of her corneas. From that day on, she lay on a moldy wooden bed in the dark, unable even to turn over.I stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked out at the distant ocean. The sea breeze felt chilly.I took Anthony's shattered Patek Philippe out of my pocket. The glass face had cracked into a web of fractures, and the hands had stopped at 3:17 pm. That was the moment his heart gave out.I placed the watch at the base of the crane, directly below Conner, so he could see it every day.…Six months later, in the chairman's office on the 68th floor of the Randall Group building, my assistant, Daisy Simpson, placed a cup of coffee on the corner of my desk as I finished signing the last document."Ms. Bradford, the cardiac medical center for the Elaris project is ready for its opening ceremony next week," she said."What's the name?" I asked."As you requested, it's been named the Anthony Randall Cardiac Medical Center."I nodded

"As for Anisa, let her live," I said. "Staying alive matters more than anything else."The old woman clutched the glass of water while tears streamed down her wrinkled face.After she left, Daisy stood nearby, looking as though she wanted to say something but couldn't quite say it. "Don't you hate her?"I flipped open the file on my desk. "I do hate her, but Anthony wouldn't have wanted to see an elderly mother on her knees begging for her daughter. He always had the softest heart."Daisy fell silent.…A year later, the Anthony Randall Cardiac Medical Center officially marked its first year of operation, having provided free treatment to 1,300 heart patients.Among them were 400 elderly patients from rural areas. Like Anthony, they had each come close to losing their lives after missing the critical window for treatment. But they were luckier than he was; they survived.At the year-end charity gala, an elderly man who had received treatment insisted on going on stage to say a