The lawyer stepped closer to the bed where Arthur sat, his expression still worn down by the hospitalization. With a respectful gesture, he extended the brown envelope toward him.

“Everything is here, Dr. Arthur. Everything was handled exactly as requested,” he said, his gaze steady and professional.

Arthur took the envelope in silence. A dense tension filled the room, the sound of tearing paper feeling far too loud. He removed each document slowly, his eyes scanning the words, the figures, the