"Papa… see," Ruby walked in, holding a glass, "I made you a banana shake. Just the way you like it," She placed it carefully on the table in front of him, trying to sound cheerful, "You like it cold, right? With a scoop of vanilla ice cream."
George didn't respond and sat there like a lifeless mummy, his eyes fixed on some invisible spot.
"George," Mariana rushed to his side, "Should I help you here? See. You always had a thing for the banana shake she made."
Ruby frowned as she also sat at the edge of the bed, "At least say something, Papa," she nudged the glass towards him, "Please drink this. We're in this together."
There was still no reaction from him.
"He's scaring me now," Mariana told her daughter tiredly. Ruby squeezed her mother's hand. She also knew that soon George would fake his own death. This time, she planned to take advantage of it and get his remaining assets.
