Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Moonlight was fragmented by clouds as Sophie wrapped herself tightly in layers. She moved through the stairwell, pausing for three seconds at a surveillance blind spot.
Donald’s room was filled with calming lavender scent mixed with the steady beeping of medical equipment. Sophie placed chamomile tea laced with digitalis on the bedside table, her long nails tapping against the
porcelain rim.
‘Grandpa, Rachel asked me to bring your evening tea.”
Donald’s clouded pupils suddenly contracted, his skeletal fingers clutching the silk bedding. He recognized the gold-rimmed design-Rachel had handcrafted this cup at sixteen in a pottery class. But Sophie had coated it with transparent film, wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints on Rachel’s cup.
‘Beep-” The heart monitor suddenly shrieked.
‘Such a shame I didn’t manage to kill you with shock last time.”
Donald already guessed what she intended to do, struggling to sit up, but Sophie easily restrained him.
“Still won’t die, you old fool?”
Sophie leaned down, pressing his struggling hands as her jade bracelet pressed against the age spots on his wrist. “Don’t you love Rachel the most? Then dying for her should be quite fulfilling.”
Her fingertip traced the breathing tube as she spoke softly, “This is a new type of coagulant. The coroner will think it’s post-surgical complications.”
The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow on Sophie’s face, making her look sinister. Her jade bracelet clinked against the oxygen mask as she lifted the cup to Donald’s cracked lips.
“Your heart rate hit 130,” she said, fingertip tracing the heart monitor, madness gleaming in her eyes. “Three years ago when I first poisoned your evening tea, it only reached 128,”
Donald’s skeletal hands showed bulging veins as his labored breathing fogged the oxygen mask white.
Three years ago!
Donald suddenly realized that during that period three years ago when he’d felt terribly unwell, he’d attributed it to aging and declining bodily functions. Apparently, that wasn’t the case at all!
Sophie used her gloved finger to seal his nostril while forcing the liquid from the cup into his mouth with her other hand. “Don’t rush now. Once this medicine blocks your pulmonary vessels through your
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respiratory tract, the real show will begin.”
She leaned close to the old man’s ear. “Without you in the way, let’s see what Rachel can be arrogant about!”
The monitor’s curves fluctuated wildly as the alarm sounds were cut off by the pre-disconnected power
source.
Sophie admired the blood vessels bursting in the old man’s pupils, laughing with satisfaction. “Once you’re dead, I’ll crush Rachel completely under my feet. No one in the Leroix family cares about her-she’ll be abandoned again! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to send her to join you quickly. Then I’ll be the only heiress of the New York Leroix family!”
Donald used his last bit of strength to lift his hand, but Sophie easily pressed it down. She didn’t look at him again as she stood to leave.
Before Donald’s consciousness completely faded, his final convulsive fingertips caught and broke off a strand of Sophie’s curly hair.
