CHAPTER 3
"You crazy old bitch!" Celeste spat, turning her head to glare at Mother with pure, toxic hatred as two federal agents pinned her arms behind her back. "You knew! You set me up with this pathetic cripple!"
Mother didn't flinch, nor did she shed another fake tear; she simply stood tall, smoothing down her designer coat and looking at Celeste with supreme contempt.
"I loved my son Daniel more than life itself," Mother said softly, her voice steady and ringing with absolute clarity through the tense room. "And you murdered him for a biotech portfolio you didn't even understand."
Celeste’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as the full weight of Mother's words landed with devastating impact.
"You have no proof!" Celeste screamed as the agents began dragging her backward toward the heavy double doors of the ICU hallway. "Daniel died in a boating accident! The Coast Guard closed the file six months ago!"
"The Coast Guard closed the file because we asked them to keep your surveillance active, Mrs. Morgan," Agent Vance interjected, pulling a sealed evidence bag over the syringe on the tray. "Three hours ago, private divers recovered the secondary hull logger from Daniel’s yacht off the coast of Whidbey Island."
Celeste let out a horrified, guttural shriek as she was hauled out into the corridor, where local news crews from Seattle's KING 5 and KIRO 7 were already waiting with flashing camera lights.
The entire hospital floor echoed with her desperate curses as nurses and doctors rushed into my room to disconnect the compromised IV line and check my vital signs.
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Mother walked slowly over to my bedside, her face breaking into a soft, genuine smile as she reached down to take my trembling hand into her warm grip.
"It's over, my brave girl," Mother whispered, tears of deep relief spilling down her cheeks. "The nightmare is finally over."
