Sabrina overheard some of it and was bewildered. "Where did Lillian get such capable men? And Martin, didn't you revoke her access? How did she open the door?"
That was precisely what enraged Martin. "Sabrina, I'll have the nurse stay with you. I'm going to see this for myself. That rebellious daughter of mine has completely lost all respect for me."
Sabrina nodded. "You go. I'll be fine here. I'm not alone."
Martin's greatest fear now was that Lillian, having already forced her way in, might try to move her grandmother. If she took the old woman, he would lose his last piece of leverage over Lillian.
Inside the room, Lillian sat by the bed, pressing her grandmother's hand to her own cheek. "Grandma, it's me, Lillian. I'm here to see you. Grandma, I miss you so much. Please, won't you wake up soon?"
Lillian held her grandmother's hand, imagining the gentle comfort she used to provide whenever she was upset. It had been two years, and the old woman remained in a vegetative state. At her age, it was only a matter of time. Lillian wanted to provide her with the best possible treatment.
Moreover, today's events had made one thing crystal clear. As long as her grandmother remained here, her family would use her as a pawn whenever she refused to obey them. Today it was revoking her access; tomorrow it could be something far worse. Lillian knew with a painful certainty that her family was not what it once was.
"Grandma," Lillian whispered, "I'm going to take you away from here. Just wait a little longer. As soon as I've arranged for the medical resources, I'll move you out of this place and take care of you myself."
Having been threatened once, Lillian was determined not to let it happen again.

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