The words hit him harder than the recordings.
“Mom,” he whispered, pain flooding his voice. “You actually meant to kill her.”
“You don’t understand,” Madam Hannah snapped. “I was protecting you.”
Jerry’s face twisted.
“By poisoning my wife?”
“She is barren!” Madam Hannah shouted, and the word echoed off white walls like a curse. “Five years. Five wasted years. No child, no heir. Do you know what people say about our family name?”
Jerry’s fists clenched.
“Enough,” he said.
But Madam Hannah’s emotions spilled now, unfiltered.
“You are my only son. Everything your father built ends with you, and she…” She pointed at Mirabel as if pointing could erase a human being. “She kept smiling while denying you legacy.”
Mirabel’s eyes shone with tears, but she didn’t speak.
Jerry stepped forward slowly. His voice lowered, and when he spoke, it carried a quiet weight that silenced everyone.
“Mom… I am the one with the medical issue.”
The compound went still.
Madam Hannah blinked, confused. “What?”
“I am infertile,” Jerry said calmly. “Mirabel stayed with me knowing that. She protected my dignity. She carried my shame so nobody would mock me.”
Madam Hannah stared at him, as if the truth had slapped her.
“You… you never told me,” she said weakly.
Jerry laughed softly, painfully.
“Because I trusted you.”
Those words landed like a verdict.
Commissioner Bello nodded to an officer. The officer stepped forward with handcuffs.
Madam Hannah backed away, voice rising desperate.
“Jerry, say something. I did this for you, for your future!”
Jerry’s eyes were wet, but his voice held.
“I can’t believe you could do this, Mom. But the law must take its course.”
The handcuffs clicked.
Metal against wrist.
Final.
Madam Hannah gasped, pride shattering.
“No, no, Jerry. Tell them to stop. I am your mother!”
She turned toward Mirabel with hatred that had nowhere to go.
“You destroyed my family!”
Mirabel didn’t respond. She simply stood beside her husband.
Alive.
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