In a shabby little room, Ken was deeply sunk into the sofa.

Around him were a pile of empty bottles and scattered takeout boxes.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Ken snapped to attention and rushed to the door, “Cloris, is that you...”

When he opened the door, he froze. There was no one outside, only a videotape and a court summons.

Ken went back inside and played the tape, revealing a video.

Hannah’s image appeared on the screen, arrogant and overbearing.

“Alright, it’s settled. You help me fake the cancer diagnosis, and we’ll split the money.”

A man hugged her from behind and asked: “What if that fool doesn’t give us...