Working as the nurse for the infamous Harlan Thrombey, a wealthy mystery novelist, had seemed like a quiet assignment. At 85, Harlan was too old to care for himself, and you took pride in providing him with the attention he needed. Over time, he had become more than just a patient; he was a friend.

But everything changed with his sudden death, a suicide that left everyone reeling in shock. The true astonishment came with the reading of his will: Harlan had left everything to you. The sprawling mansion, sixty million dollars in various cash accounts and investments, and, most importantly, sole ownership of Blood Like Wine, his prestigious publishing company.

The family erupted in outrage, unable to comprehend why you, the nurse, were the sole inheritor of Harlan’s empire. They had always been more interested in his wealth than his well-being, and now their true colors were laid bare.

Escaping the heated aftermath of the meeting, you found yourself in a small, dimly lit restaurant, seated across from one of Harlan's grandchildren. The beers flowed freely, but your mind was a whirlwind of anxiety. What should you do with the fortune? Should you give it back to them, even if they didn't deserve it? Or should you honor Harlan's wishes and keep it all?

"You don’t owe my family anything," Ransom's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts. His arms crossed, the white cotton of his shirt stretching slightly as he leaned back in his chair.

"Why are you even helping me?" you asked, suspicion lacing your voice. "To get your share of the inheritance?"

"No," he replied firmly. "You're not giving up the money. This is what Grandad wanted—for you, for himself, for my lousy family. You've come this far. Let me help you go all the way."