Chapter 689

May was only a servant, never strong–willed to begin with. Uzma’s death had already left the household shaken, and under Caitlin’s relentless pressure, her defenses crumbled fast..
“Please… please don’t send me to the police! I’ll talk, I’ll tell everything!”
She broke down sobbing, spilling the truth: she had been instructed to slip omeprazole into Delilah’s medicine and supplements from time to time.
Behind the screen, Fallon heard every word. Her fury boiled over. She stormed out, slapped May hard across the face twice, the sound sharp and vicious.
“May! Why would you do that? Why hurt my mother? What grudge could you possibly have against her?”
May clutched her burning cheek, crying harder. “It wasn’t me–it was the Madam! She ordered me to do it. She said if I refused, she’d sell me off to work the mines in Africa. I was terrified…”
“You mean Nicoletta?” Fallon demanded.
“Yes…”
Fallon nearly exploded on the spot. Nicoletta–always scheming, always hungry for power. To cripple her mother just so she could seize control of the Jonathan estate?
Her fists shook. “You vile accomplice!”
She kicked May hard. The maid fell, scrambled back up, and clung desperately to Fallon’s legs. “I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please, forgive me!”
“You crippled my mother! How could I forgive you? I ought to strangle you right here!” Fallon spat, her voice shaking with rage.
At that moment Tyler returned, holding a small white vial. “My lady, I searched May’s room. Found this powder. Smells just like omeprazole.”
Caitlin took the vial, turned her cold eyes on May. “Is this what you’ve been using?”
Through tears, May nodded.
“Listen carefully,” Caitlin continued. “If you want to redeem yourself, I can give you that chance. But you’ll need to stand up when the time comes, and testify against Nicoletta. Do you dare?”
May froze, then lifted her head. For once, there was something more than fear in her eyes. “I… I dare.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. You’ll go back now, and you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
She nodded quickly, and Zinnia escorted her out.
Once they were alone again, Fallon burst out, “Caitlin, what now? Let’s drag that witch Nicoletta out right this
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minute!”
“Patience. The time isn’t ripe yet. We need one more piece of evidence
Caitlin’s mind went to Sebastian. Had his team succeeded tonight?
Warren Private Hospital.
The night staff had gone home. Only the director’s office still glowed with light.
Inside, Director Warren was entangled with his secretary, their clothes scattered across the floor. Neither of them noticed the quiet click of the door.
A dark figure slipped in, raised a camera, and began filming. The shutter snapped-“click, click“-breaking the air like a whip.
Warren flinched, shoving the woman off him. “Who’s there?!” he demanded, scrambling for his clothes.
Vaughn lowered his hood, his tone precise and cold. “Warren. A married man. And here you are screwing your secretary in the office. Imagine the headlines if this went public.”
The secretary, pale and shaken, grabbed her skirt and fled behind the sofa. Warren yanked on his shirt, voice trembling. “Who are you? A reporter? What do you want?”
“I’m no reporter. My boss has a few questions for you.”
Sebastian entered with King and the others. Vaughn pulled up a chair. Sebastian sat, calm and icy. “Send the woman out.”
The secretary bolted from the office. Warren swallowed, trying for composure. “What do you want from me?”
King laid a report on the desk. “This diagnosis—you signed it, didn’t you?”
Warren glanced down. His face paled. “Yes… yes, that’s mine.”
“Funny,” Sebastian said softly, “because we’ve found Delilah was never suffering from bone disease. What crippled her was long–term omeprazole exposure. Prescribed by you. We already have the evidence. Now tell me–why the false diagnosis?”
“I didn’t misdiagnose!” Warren protested weakly. “I’ve been a doctor for decades. Delilah was clearly bone disease…”
Sebastian’s voice darkened. “Teach him a lesson.”
King pulled a black hood over Warren’s head and beat him mercilessly in the gut. No marks on the face, no visible bruises–just pain, deep and raw.
“Stop! Stop–I’ll talk!” Warren screamed.
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King yanked the hood away, grabbed his hair, and forced him upright. “Say it!“.
“Yes! Delilah never had bone disease. Just anemia…” For original chapters go to.net
Vaughn’s camera caught every word.
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“Then why the fake diagnosis?” King barked.
“It… it was Madam Nicoletta. She ordered me to. She wanted power. She couldn’t take over while Delilah was strong. So she had me declare her ill. Then she had someone slip omeprazole into the treatment. It left her paralyzed. And Nicoletta rose in her place.”
King slapped him hard. “Some doctor you are. Where’s your medical ethics?”
Warren hung his head, trembling.
“You’ll testify,” King said flatly. “We’ve got your confession on tape. And if you think of backing out— remember, we also have the footage of you and your secretary.”
Terrified, Warren caved. “I’ll do it. I’ll testify.”
Following his directions, they searched his computer and found the original medical file. Warren had kept it all these years as leverage against Nicoletta, afraid she might one day silence him.
By the end of the night, Caitlin’s side held two critical pieces of evidence. Tomorrow morning, everything would come to light.
But that night, the Jonathan estate was anything but peaceful.