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Chapter 269:
Wyatt’s words nudged her to take out the pink notebook from her bag. Time had yellowed the paper and smudged some of the writing, but most of the contents remained clear. The notebook seemed like Nadia’s diary, with the earlier entries recording daily life in the Flynn family, including events involving Amelia and Katrina. Nothing seemed out of place at first.
But the further Amelia read, the more it became clear that Nadia’s attitude toward Katrina was slowly shifting. Nadia had been jealous of Katrina. The question had nagged at her—how could she, a woman who held her home together, end up facing abuse while Katrina lounged through life and still kept Ricky at her beck and call?
With all of that going on, Katrina had never even cared much about Ricky. Whenever Nadia caught a glimpse of Katrina’s cool disregard, the envy inside her grew sharper. Vivid memories surfaced for Amelia—moments when Nadia had asked Katrina to treat Ricky better. Those words had never seemed to reach Katrina, and each dismissal had only fueled Nadia’s anger.
Things changed again as Katrina’s illness grew worse. Nadia’s attitude toward Katrina softened, remembering the kindness Katrina had once shown her, but she could not shake the idea that Katrina’s fate felt like payback for past misdeeds. Day after day, Nadia watched Ricky dote on Katrina, and envy began to gnaw at her again. Then came the day Ricky asked her to do something for him…
With a casual tone, Ricky insisted the pills he prepared for Katrina were special imports, saying they’d help Katrina get better, and he urged Nadia to make sure Katrina took them. Trusting him at first, Nadia nearly followed through, but a strange feeling made her hesitate. If the medication truly benefited Katrina, Ricky wouldn’t need to keep it a secret from her or approach Nadia like this. Thus, Nadia agreed to Ricky on the surface but secretly took some of the medicine to the hospital for testing.
The results sent a chill down her spine—the pills weren’t harmless supplements but powerful stimulants. Nadia was terrified after learning that. She dared not confront Ricky with the report nor give the pills to Katrina, spending her days in fear until Laura began stopping by to spend time with Katrina.
Arriving at this point in the diary, Amelia found that two pages had vanished, robbing her of crucial information. She felt her breath catch. Wyatt noticed it, reaching for her hand and gently asking if she was alright. Without a word, Amelia handed him the notebook. Wyatt’s brows knitted when he saw the missing pages.
“I need to go to the Flynn house,” said Amelia, her eyes growing misty as the car stopped at a red light.
“Amelia, this diary alone isn’t enough to prove your father murdered your mother, and the key evidence is missing. To confront him, you’ll need to find other evidence. Even if you have proof, you’ll still need a witness,” Wyatt said.
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Chapter 270:
“Witness?” Amelia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wyatt’s words swiftly made her calm down. If Nadia’s health hadn’t been compromised by a stroke, she would undoubtedly have been the ideal witness. Yet, in her current fragile state, Nadia couldn’t possibly serve as one. And even if she could speak properly, she might not be willing to testify.
As Wyatt spoke of witnesses, a sudden spark ignited in Amelia’s mind—Nadia’s diary had explicitly mentioned Laura, hinting that she held knowledge of the truth.
The following morning.
In a spacious café, only Amelia and Laura were present. Laura’s eyes burned with resentment as she fixed her gaze on Amelia. She had been roused by Amelia’s early morning call. She had no desire to see Amelia, but Amelia’s chilling threat—invoking the Morrison family’s ruin and promising their complete erasure from Kretol—left Laura no choice but to comply and meet her at the café.
Had the Morrison Group not crumbled into bankruptcy, Laura might have approached Amelia with more caution. But with the Morrison Group in ashes, Laura felt like she had nothing to lose and adopted a cold attitude.
Amelia, unfazed by Laura’s venomous glare, presented a tantalizing offer. “Laura, do you want the Morrison Group to return to its former glory p>
“What are you getting at?” Laura’s fury dissolved in an instant, replaced by a surge of exhilaration.
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Amelia reiterated her proposition, her tone unwavering. “With my influence and resources, I could breathe new life into the Morrison Group, if I so choose p>
Laura’s eyes widened, searching Amelia’s face for any trace of deception. But no matter how hard she looked, Amelia’s eyes showed nothing but seriousness. The Morrison family’s downfall, though only days old, had plunged Laura into a maelstrom of humiliation, far surpassing any she had endured before. Former allies had turned their backs, and even her parents had grown distant toward her.
Yet Laura, no stranger to the ways of the world, knew nothing came without a price. Her excitement faded, giving way to wariness. “What is the catch?” she asked, her tone guarded as she looked at Amelia.
“How exactly did my mother die?” Amelia’s question cut through the air like a blade.
The words struck Laura like a thunderbolt. Her hand trembled, and the coffee cup slipped from her grasp, crashing to the table. Scalding liquid splashed across her, but Laura seemed oblivious to the pain, her mind elsewhere.
Amelia’s gaze turned glacial when she noticed Laura’s reaction. Laura’s heart raced, and she stammered, “W-Wasn’t your mother ill? I thought you p>
“I’ve already spoken with Nadia,” Amelia interjected, her voice sharp, revealing she had evidence.
“That’s impossible!” Laura blurted, her shock betraying her. “She is supposed to…” She caught herself, clamping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with panic.
“What do you mean?” Amelia leaned forward, her voice low and insistent, eager to unravel the mystery behind Laura’s slip. But Laura remained silent, her lips sealed.
To conceal her guilt and fluster, Laura reached for a tissue, scrubbing furiously at the coffee stains marring her clothes. Yet, no matter how fiercely she worked, the stains clung stubbornly, just like the memories she had fought so hard to bury.
Amelia continued, her voice steady and piercing, “I know my mother’s death was no accident. Someone tampered with her medication.” As she spoke, Amelia drew Nadia’s diary from her bag, her eyes fixed on Laura. “This diary,” she said, her tone deliberate, “holds every detail of what happened p>
Laura’s face drained of color, her hands shaking. Her breath grew shallow, a suffocating panic seizing her, and in a desperate lunge, she reached for the diary, intent on ripping it to shreds. Amelia’s gaze remained locked on Laura. When she saw Laura want to tear the diary apart, she snatched it away in a flash.
Tucking it safely away, Amelia fixed Laura with a look that carried a hint of scorn. “For two years, Laura, have you never seen my mother in your dreams? She saw you as her dearest friend, yet you stood by while someone swapped her medication. You p>
“I didn’t!” Laura cut in, her voice shrill, her face twisted with anguish. “I know nothing about it! Nothing p>
“You know nothing?” Amelia’s tone sharpened, unrelenting. “Can you honestly claim you know nothing of the medication switch? If you’re so innocent, why did Ricky hand you thirty million dollars without a reason p>
Laura’s defiance crumbled under Amelia’s words. Silence engulfed her; her face went as pale as ash, despair flooding her eyes.