Julie was startled by the scene in front of her and rushed over, "Granny, Granny."


    She called out several times, but there was no response. Gathering her courage, she checked for a pulse. It was weak, but there. "Granny, Granny," Julie called out again.


    This time, Granny Anita slowly opened her eyes, recognizing Julie. She attempted to speak but couldn''t form the words.


    "Granny," Julie held her hand, "Was it Anastasia?"


    Granny Anita weakly nodded, whispering, "Julie, save me."


    "Hang in there, Granny. I''m calling an ambnce," Julie said,ying Granny Anita gently on the floor. She pulled out her phone and started to dial 911 but hesitated, her finger hovering over the call button.


    She nced at the frail woman on the floor, a new thought creeping into her mind. Why should she save Granny Anita?


    If Anastasia was behind this and Granny Anita didn''t make it, Anastasia would bebeled a murderer. That would leave Herman all to herself.


    There were no cameras in the bathroom. Realizing this, Julie''s caring facade dropped. She stepped back, "I''m sorry, Granny. I can''t save you. Just wait here for the end. And remember, it was Anastasia who did this. The police will catch her, and she''ll pay." Granny Anita, summoning herst bit of strength, looked at Julie in disbelief, "Why? I''ve always cared for you, Julie. Please, save me."


    Julie stared at her, a cold smile on her face, "You''re useless to me now, Granny. Your life is yourst bit of worth. You really thought I''d marry Joseph, a bastard? No way. I was born for better. You never cared for me; you just wanted to use me to get rid of Anastasia. With you gone, Anastasia and Herman are finished. Isn''t that what you wanted from the start? You got your wish."


    "Julie," Granny Anita couldn''t believe the cruel wordsing from the girl she loved. Desperately, she tried to grab Julie''s leg, "What''s wrong with you? Call an ambnce. I don''t want to die."


    Julie sneered, "Did you think I saw you as my real grandmother? The photos the private investigator took, I arranged all of it. Anastasia never betrayed Herman. But you didn''t believe it. What a pity. You removed an obstacle for me."


    "What?" Granny Anita gasped, clutching Julie''s leg tighter, "It was all you? You''re so cruel."


    "No more than you. You were the one who drugged Anastasia, not me."


    With a triumphant smile, Julie saw Granny Anita still clinging to life. Worried someone might find them, she spotted a fruit knife on the floor. Wrapping the handle with a tissue, she plunged it into Granny Anita''s original wound. Granny Anita coughed up blood, her eyes wide with pain and disbelief. She never imagined she would die at Julie''s hands.


    "Rest in peace, Granny. Your death will serve a greater purpose," Julie said coldly, ensuring no fingerprints were left on the knife. The police would only find Anastasia''s prints.


    Granny Anita''sst breath was filled with bitterness, her eyes wide open even in death. Julie felt a shiver down her spine and quickly closed Granny Anita''s eyes before running out and shouting, "Help! Murder! Someone''s dead!"