The Heiress He Never Loved
I was about to drop it when it began ringing again, I brought it close to check who the caller was.
It was Gale. I answered, “Hello,” my voice was urgent.
“Dad’s autopsy report is out. You might wanna come take a look at it,” his voice was solemn and I could tell he’s been crying for a long time.
“What does it say?” I asked, because his words hinted at a different result from what we presumed.
“It was conducted twice. And the results were he died to a depressed respiration, cardiovascular effects and neurological symptoms. Though presence of gelsemine was detected in his blood,” he explained and I repressed the urge to elicit a groan.