When detectives raided his storage unit, they found compounding records disguised under false case numbers and empty containers matching the vials found at the Bennett home.
Nii broke faster than Marcus expected.
He admitted Serena had paid him to create bottles that matched Lila’s prescribed treatments.
He said Serena wanted visual deterioration without obvious systemic collapse.
He claimed he had told himself she must be manipulating test results for some custody battle or psychological crisis.
Marcus heard the explanation and felt only contempt.
A child had gone blind because a man decided not to ask the question he already feared he knew the answer to.
The detectives wanted to arrest Serena immediately.
Marcus asked for ten minutes first.
They set the confrontation in a private consultation room at the hospital.
Clean walls.
Soft lighting.
A small table.
No windows wide enough to distract.
Marcus texted Serena from his own phone: The doctors need the full medication timeline before the next procedure.
Come now.
She arrived forty minutes later in cream silk, dark sunglasses, and the perfectly arranged grief she wore so well in public.
The moment she stepped into the room and saw Marcus alone, she switched to concern.
“Where is Lila?” she asked.
“Why aren’t you answering me? I’ve been terrified.”
Marcus said nothing.
He placed the silver flask on the table.
Then the brown vial Kojo had found.
Then the handwritten dosing schedule in a clear evidence sleeve.
Finally, he laid down printouts of the bank transfers.
Serena’s face changed by degrees, not all at once.
First confusion.
Then calculation.
Then a stillness so complete it felt inhuman.
“I don’t know what game this is,” she said softly.
Marcus let out a sound that was almost a laugh, except there was nothing amused in it.
“A game?”
She looked at the evidence, then back at him.
“You’re listening to a street child and panicking because our daughter is sick.”
“Our daughter?” Marcus repeated.
Serena took one measured breath.
“You are exhausted.
Vulnerable.
Someone is manipulating you.”
Marcus slid a tablet across the table and pressed play.
The footage was grainy but clear enough.
Serena.
