Chapter 2 - The Poisoned Blood
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room seemed to flicker as the horrific reality of the doctor's words settled into Camila's bones.
Her beloved father had not simply passed away from old age or a failing heart.
Someone had actively orchestrated his death, and the method was terrifyingly precise.
Attorney Wayne immediately instructed the doctor to seal the medical records and contact the federal authorities.
Camila paced the length of the small room, her mind racing through every single person who had access to her father's private estate.
George Stanford was a fiercely private billionaire, meaning his inner circle was incredibly small and highly vetted.
Suddenly, a sickening memory flashed through Camila's exhausted mind.
Just two weeks ago, Edwin had been bragging at a dinner party about a lucrative new connection he had made at this exact medical facility.
He had loudly boasted about having the head of nursing in his back pocket to expedite permits for his construction firm.
Camila immediately demanded that Attorney Wayne pull the security logs for her father's VIP hospital suite.
Wayne tapped rapidly on his secure tablet, bypassing the hospital's standard firewall with his specialized legal access codes.
The digital log clearly showed that a senior staff member had entered George's room just thirty minutes before he went into cardiac arrest.
The staff member's name was Chloe Bennett, the hospital's prominent head nurse.
Camila felt a surge of pure, blinding adrenaline rush through her veins.
Chloe Bennett was the exact same woman whose name repeatedly flashed on Edwin's phone during late-night text messages.
She was the mistress.
Camila stormed out of the hospital room, marching furiously toward the central nursing station with Wayne following closely behind.
She fully intended to confront the woman who had likely injected poison directly into her father's IV line.
But when she reached the circular desk, Chloe was already standing there, casually sipping a cup of expensive coffee.
Chloe looked at Camila with an infuriatingly arrogant smirk that confirmed every single dark suspicion.
She didn't look like a woman who was afraid of a murder investigation.
In fact, she looked like a woman who had just won the ultimate lottery.
Camila slammed her hands down on the wooden counter, completely shattering the quiet atmosphere of the ward.
She loudly demanded to know exactly what Chloe had pumped into her father's veins.
Chloe calmly set her coffee cup down and leaned intimately close to Camila's face.
She whispered that Camila should be very careful about making wild accusations against the new owner of the hospital.
Camila stared at her in complete confusion, completely unaware of what the mistress was talking about.
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Chloe reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a freshly notarized legal document.
She proudly declared that Edwin had just successfully filed emergency paperwork granting him total executive control over the entire hospital board.
