Chapter 422 Autopsy
Natalie felt a tightness in her chest. She had done so much, and her twenty-year-long wish was about to be shattered at this moment.
Natalie slumped on the bench in the hallway. 'Was this fate? Could the Parks Family only be inherited by the eldest daughter, leaving no place for me and my daughter?' She thought.
Half an hour later, Niamh arrived at the hospital. She didn't go to see Dovie first. She didn't want to see a dead person.
In Dovie's eyes, she was nothing, and she still harbored a deep resentment toward Dovie, feeling that Dovie deserved to die.
Niamh found Natalie first, walked up to her, and asked, "Aunt Natalie, they say I'm your daughter. Is that true?"
She had always thought she wasn't part of the Parks Family, just a puppet Natalie had brought back. It was only at the end that she realized she truly bore the Parks name. She had caused the death of her Aunt Dovie.
Natalie looked up at Niamh, recalling Dovie's words before she died. Someone caused Dovie's illness.
"Yes, I am your mother, and you are my biological daughter. I wanted you to inherit the Parks Corporation, so I painfully handed you over to Dovie to raise, pretending you were her daughter. But I didn't expect that at this critical moment, we would still fail." Natalie was unwilling. Decades of wishes had come to nothing.
"No, how could I be your daughter?" Niamh found it hard to accept. "Why did you lie before, not telling me? You said I was an orphan, not part of the Parks Family. Why did you do that?"
"Niamh, I did it for your good. The Parks Family has rules. Only the eldest daughter can take over the company. You could only qualify if you were Dovie's daughter." Natalie held Niamh's hand, looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and lowered her voice. "Niamh, tell me, what exactly did you do to Dovie? Did you poison her?"
Hearing the word 'poison,' Niamh's face turned pale, and she felt guilty. "I didn't."
Niamh certainly didn't dare to admit it. She had not only poisoned Dovie but hadn't spared Natalie either.
Natalie had been eating incompatible foods for so long that her body had also suffered some damage.
"Niamh, I am your mother. Would I harm you?" Natalie asked urgently. "You must tell the truth. If something happens, I can help you. I won't blame you."
Now, with nothing left, Niamh only had Natalie. The company Natalie had built, though not as strong as the Parks Corporation, was still a leader in the industry, worth billions.
Niamh had to hold onto this lifeline. Even if Natalie weren't her biological mother, Niamh would find ways to make Natalie accept and help her.
"I." Niamh hesitated and said, "I gave her incompatible foods. Food incompatibility produces toxins that damage the body but can't be detected. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would turn out like this. I didn't mean to harm you. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Natalie finally understood. These days, Niamh had been cooking herself and often had the maid prepare certain dishes, claiming they were her favorites.
"I don't blame you." Natalie saw Niamh's ruthless side and wasn't angry. Instead, she was pleased. "That's my good daughter. Niamh, you did the right thing, but from now on, keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone. If something happens, I'm here. Don't be afraid."
With Natalie's assurance, Niamh felt less afraid. She asked, "Mom, now that Dovie is dead and Ophelia has taken back the company, what do we do? The board members have all sided with Ophelia. Those hypocrites."
"Don't worry. Ophelia can't take everything from the Parks Family." A ruthless glint flashed in Natalie's eyes. "The most urgent thing now is to bury Dovie. Otherwise, I'm afraid something might happen. Even if Ophelia is Dovie's daughter, I'm still her elder. The Parks Family still has me. Ophelia can't be the queen."
In the ICU, Ophelia wiped her tears and was about to place Dovie's hand back under the blanket to let her mother rest in peace when she noticed the position of her mother's other hand was wrong.
Ophelia's heart tightened. She remembered that when she left, her mother was fine. A terrible suspicion suddenly arose in her mind.
Just then, Dr. Golden walked in. Ophelia asked, "Dr. Golden, after I left, who entered this room? Who was the first to discover my mother had an incident?"
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