The elevation of the zillionaire Son-In-law

The culprit

Tony's face was a mask of fury, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. His hands were folded tightly, and he stood perfectly still, as if he were a statue carved from stone. He heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path, and his eyes narrowed as he saw Vincent approach.

Vincent was out of breath, his face flushed and his eyes wide. He stopped in front of Tony, his hands shaking. "S-sir," he stammered. "Is there something you need?"

"I was told you're responsible for my mother's medication," Tony said, his tone stern and accusatory. "Is that true?"

"That's right, I'm in charge of your mother's medication," Vincent replied, his voice shaking slightly. He could tell from Tony's expression that something was wrong.

Tony's eyes bored into him, like two icy daggers. "You've been giving her the wrong medication," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to know why."

Vincent's face went white, and he stumbled over his words. "W-what?" he stammered. "I-I don't understand. I've be