Chapter 498 What Is the Inside Story
In a hurry, Aurelia grabbed a suitcase, tossed in some clothes, and called Dahlia over to give her instructions, asking her to look after the kids.
Nathaniel's call came through again quickly.
"Aurelia, I'm at the door. If you're ready, come on out."
Aurelia rushed out with her suitcase.
Nathaniel was dressed in a black suit and shirt, all in black from head to toe. Coincidentally, Aurelia was also wearing a black dress today.
They drove in silence for half the way.
Aurelia glanced at him from the corner of her eye, observing his driving habits. He controlled the steering wheel with his right hand, resting his left on the window, looking rather unhappy.
The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, making Aurelia feel inexplicably cold.
"I'm sorry."
Aurelia broke the silence first. She didn't know where to start, but she just wanted to apologize. She wasn't naive; Chelsea's incident wasn't just a coincidence.
She didn't want to force him into anything. If she had known her grandmother would make such a request, she would never have arranged the meeting between the two families.
Aurelia leaned back in her seat, feeling quite regretful.
"Nathaniel, say something? You know I don't want to force you into anything bad. Honestly, if you don't do it, I won't blame you. My grandmother was just angry yesterday; she didn't mean what she said."
Nathaniel stopped the car at a red light at the intersection.
"Aurelia, don't bring this up again. Don't ask about it. Remember, none of this has anything to do with you. You're just an outsider, understand?"
He wasn't clear on the details of Chelsea's death and didn't want to involve anyone else, including his grandfather, Aurelia, or anyone else.
If necessary, he would take all the responsibility himself.
Seeing his serious expression, Aurelia swallowed all her questions.
"What time is the flight?" she asked.
Nathaniel glanced at his watch.
"We have a little over an hour before the flight. We have time. Let's grab some breakfast at the airport; the flight will take several hours."
Aurelia nodded as the car pulled into the airport parking lot.
Meanwhile, Joe left a pile of work at the company and came to the private hospital invested by the Semona Family.
In the autopsy room, his aunt's heart had long stopped beating.
His assistant handed him a coffee bought on the way.
"Everything's been checked. Her cellmate, not anyone else, caused the injuries on Chelsea."
Joe frowned.
"Those people weren't friendly to her, but it shouldn't have led to her death. Did anything unusual happen the day before in prison?"
"The police report says her life was normal until the night before. The only difference was that someone visited her before bed. It was the father of her unborn child. Their conversation was just casual greetings, nothing suspicious."
"Find that man."
"We're on it."
The door to the autopsy room opened, and the doctor removed his mask.
"She did die of a stroke. The heart you requested has been removed and is intact. How would you like to handle it?"
"Process it thoroughly and store it in the freezer."
"What about the body?"
Joe paused.
"Leave it for now."
Footsteps echoed in the hallway as Aurelia and Nathaniel arrived with their suitcases.
"How's it going?" Joe turned to look at them. He knew his sister couldn't sit still and would follow.
"The heart has been removed. I plan to take it back for burial tonight. You didn't need to come all this way."
"Joe, did the doctor say anything?"
Joe glanced at Nathaniel behind Aurelia.
"The autopsy confirmed it was a stroke, not an accident."
Joe paused and added,
"Aurelia, don't sympathize with someone who wanted to kill you. She's not worth it. Mr. Nathaniel Heilbronn, don't you agree?"
Nathaniel neither agreed nor disagreed, simply saying,
"The weather in Coral Bay is still hot. The heart should be sent back quickly."
Joe nodded.
"Mr. Nathaniel Heilbronn is right. Let's talk privately; I have some questions for you."
They walked towards the stairwell, leaving Aurelia behind. Joe and Nathaniel shared the same attitude.
"Aurelia, stay here. Don't look, don't ask, don't go in. This has nothing to do with you."
The stairwell led to the rooftop, a place rarely visited.
The autumn sun was scorching, making it feel like summer.
With Aurelia not around, Joe asked,
"How did that woman suddenly die? Does this have anything to do with you?"
Nathaniel chuckled.
"I can't answer that because I don't know."
His ambiguous answer left room for interpretation.
To Joe, this meant the answer was clear. If it had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't give such an uncertain response.
The autopsy result was purely a stroke, with no other cause. This hospital was his own investment; the doctors wouldn't lie to him.
The truth behind it remained a mystery.
Joe looked at Nathaniel and chuckled.
"If you had this attitude towards my sister earlier, things wouldn't have come to this. But I'm really curious, the autopsy result is truly a stroke."
"Since things have come to this, let's not bring it up again. Bury her. The dead deserve respect."
Joe smirked.
"In that case, there's no need to investigate further. Let's bury her."
Nathaniel pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Joe. They smoked on the rooftop before heading back downstairs, where Aurelia was sitting in the hallway.
She didn't know when these two had started working together, discussing things amicably and excluding her.
Joe called his assistant to handle Chelsea's posthumous affairs.
"Do you want to eat first?" he asked.
Aurelia shook her head.
"No appetite."
"Eat something. Mr. Nathaniel Heilbronn, my business isn't finished yet. You two will have to escort the heart back."
Joe turned to Nathaniel.
"Mr. Nathaniel Heilbronn, would you help with this?"
Nathaniel replied,
"As long as Aurelia needs me, I don't mind. I'll stay with her."
Joe was satisfied with his answer.
"Then let's eat first. Even if you have no appetite, you need to eat something, or you won't hold up on the way."
Nathaniel looked at Aurelia.
"You need to eat something, or you'll hurt your stomach."
The three of them entered the elevator. Nathaniel knew the area well. A five-star restaurant, part of the Oscar family chain, was nearby, and it had authentic flavors that Aurelia liked.
Nathaniel directed the driver to take them there and ordered a variety of dishes, all of Aurelia's favorites.
Joe wasn't picky either; he enjoyed most of what Aurelia liked.
Aurelia sat between them, with both men placing food on her plate from either side.
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