A young nurse was washing a guy in a coma, but one day when she pulled back the blanket, she was totally floored by what she saw

Grant gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind still clouded from the meeting he had just left. Something felt off. Off.

Then, out of nowhere. Headlights, bright. Rushing toward him, a black sub swerved into his lane at full speed.

Grant yanked the wheel, his tires skidding on the slick pavement. The brakes, they didn’t work. His heart pounded as he desperately tried to regain control.

And just before impact, his eyes darted to the side of the road. A shadowy figure stood there, watching. And then, blackness.

Grant’s eyes snapped open, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. His pulse raced, sweat clinging to his skin. The memory had been so vivid, so real.

And now, he knew the truth. This wasn’t an accident. Someone had tried to kill him.

Anna noticed something was wrong the second she walked into his room the next morning. He was different. His usual smirk was gone.

His body was tense. His hands were clenched into fists. Grant, she asked carefully.

What’s wrong? His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, filled with a new intensity. I remember something. Anna’s stomach dropped.

The accident? He gave a stiff nod. It wasn’t an accident, Anna. Someone tampered with my brakes.

And there was a man, standing on the side of the road, just watching as my car crashed. Anna felt chills run down her spine. Everything she had suspected, he had just confirmed it.

But the question remained. Who? And why? Fly. Anna and Grant spent the next few days digging deeper, going through Grant’s files, company records, and anything that could hint at someone wanting him gone.

Then, finally, they found it. A financial transfer, a large sum of money wired just days before the accident. The recipient? A known criminal with a history of orchestrating staged crashes.

And the sender? Nathan Carter, Grant’s half-brother. The realization hit like a ton of bricks. It was him, Grant whispered, gripping the edge of the table.

Nathan had always been jealous, always felt like Grant was the favorite, the one who inherited their father’s legacy while he was left in the shadows. And now, he had tried to erase Grant completely. Anna felt her heart clench.

Grant, he wanted you dead. Grant’s jaw tightened. And now, I’m going to make sure he pays.

That evening, Grant and Anna arranged to meet Nathan face to face. In a dimly lit study inside the Carter estate, Nathan lounged in a leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey as Grant and Anna entered. Well, well, Nathan smirked.

The dead man walks. Grant’s eyes burned with fury. Why did you do it, Nathan? Nathan took a slow sip of his drink.

You already know why. Anna stepped forward. You tried to kill your own brother.

For what? Money? Power? Nathan’s smirk faded. For everything that should have been mine, he spat. You were always the golden child.

The heir. The one who got everything handed to him. Well, guess what? I was tired of waiting for my turn.

Grant’s hands curled into fists. So you hired someone to sabotage my car. Nathan laughed coldly.

I didn’t think you’d survive. But hey, miracles happen, right? Anna felt rage boiling inside her. But before she could say anything, the door burst open and two uniformed officers stepped inside.

Nathan’s face paled. Nathan Carter, one officer announced, you’re under arrest for attempted murder. Nathan whipped around to Grant, his expression twisting into panic.

You set me up. Grant tilted his head. No, brother, you set yourself up…