Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 181

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Chapter 181 Poisoned By Her Own Blood

Chapter 181 Poisoned By Her Own Blood

Quincy’s POV

The first thing I felt was the cold.

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It wasn’t the natural chill of an air-conditioned room, but a deep, structural ice that seemed to have settled into my very bones.

My eyelids felt like leaden weights, and as I forced them open, the world was a blurred smear of clinical white.

The scent of antiseptic and ozone filled my nostrils, stinging the back of my throat.

I was under a doctor’s care – that much was clear from the IV line taped to the back of my hand.

But as my vision sharpened, a sudden, hollow realization hit me.

Lucy was nowhere to be seen.

My faithful shadow, the woman who had been by my side for over a decade, was gone.

There was no one in the room except for a young nurse in a pale green uniform, her head bowed over a clipboard as she jotted down notes at the foot of my bed.

My mind was a blank slate for a long, agonizing moment before the last memory rushed back like a tidal wave.

The mall.

And the face… the face of that woman who looked so much like the daughter I had burned.

“Nurse…”

My voice was a horrific sound – hoarse and raw, as if I had been screaming in my sleep.

The nurse jumped, her pen skittering across the paper.

She glanced up in genuine surprise, her eyes widening. “You’re awake! Heavens, hold on… don’t try to move. I’ll get the doctor to check you right away.”

She hurried out before I could ask a single question, the door swinging shut with a soft click.

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I struggled to sit up, my muscles feeling like mush,

My chest felt tight, a throbbing ache radiaung from my lungs.

The door opened again.

I expected the doctor, but instead, two women walked in.

They weren’t wearing scrubs.

They were in the dark, pressed uniforms of the Pack Enforcement Division.

I froze, my breath hitching in my chest. “You are…?”

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Hello, Quincy,” the elder of the two said, her voice professional but not unkind.

She pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed.

“We’re with the South Enforcement. Do you remember fainting at the mall?”

I nodded slowly, my heart beginning to hammer against my ribs.

I had collapsed.

But why were the authorities here?

Collapse was a medical issue, not a criminal one.

“Is there a problem?” I whispered. “Where is my family? Where is Sharon?”

The officer studied my face for a moment, a flicker of something… pity? crossing her features before she replied.

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“When you fainted, your servant, Lucy, made a public scene. She claimed it was Ms. Stone who had poisoned you on the spot. Because of the status of the parties involved, Ms. Stone filed a formal report for slander and attempted frame-up. We had to investigate.”

I was stunned.

The world seemed to wobble again.

Why would Lucy say such a thing?

I had approached that woman out of a moment of grief-stricken madness.

I had thought she was my Natalie.

I only felt a deep embarrassment that my personal drama had caused a legal mess.

“Lucy must have been mistaken,” I said, trying to defend her. “She was just protective of me.”

The officer lowered her voice, leaning in closer.

“Quincy, it wasn’t a mistake. Your servant falsely accused Ms. Stone to deflect from herself. We investigated the boutique’s footage and ran a forensic sweep of your recent meals and the scene. It turns out your servant, Lucy, really did poison you. She then tried to pin the reaction on Ms. Stone to hide the evidence We now have irrefutable proof.”

She opened a folder and laid several files and lab reports on the bed tray in front of me.

I stared at them, but the words swam before my eyes.

Lucy?

Poisoning me?

It was impossible.

She had served the Summers family for years.

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Just recently, when her grandson had fallen ill with a respiratory virus, I had given her a large private red envelope.

And now… she had poisoned me

As the evidence stared me in the face… my face turned chalk white.

“How could this be?” I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. “Why would she do this? We were like family.”

The officer looked at her partner, then back at me.

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She lowered her voice to a near-whisper. “According to Lucy’s confession during the preliminary interrogation… she didn’t act on her own. She says it was on the orders of your daughter, Sharon.”

“Impossible!”

The word tore out of me.

I struggled to sit up, ignoring the way the IV tugged at my skin.

My hands were shaking so violently the bedsheets rustled.

“Sharon would never do that! She is my flesh and blood! She wouldn’t! She couldn’t!”

But even as I screamed the denial, a cold, venomous unease began to gnaw at my heart.

Wouldn’t she?

I closed my eyes, and a memory I had tried to suppress bubbled to the surface.

It was from two weeks ago.

I had been sitting in the sunroom, looking at a small, scorched silver locket I had hidden from Sharon… the last thing I had left of

Natalie.

Sharon had walked in, and for a split second, I hadn’t hidden it fast enough.

I remembered her eyes.

They were cold and filled with resentment.

The officer, sensing my internal collapse, spoke with a grim sympathy.

“We already have the digital trail, Quincy. It was Sharon who purchased the toxin on the black market using a burner account. She ordered Lucy to slip it into your food and your daily tonics. You’ve been suffering from slow poisoning for twenty days now.”

Twenty days.

“This particular substance,” the officer continued, pointing to a line in the report, “is a high-grade pesticide. It doesn’t act quickly but over time, it causes systemic organ failure. Lucy has confessed to every dose. As for Sharon… our people are already at the Moonmilk Café. They are bringing her in now.”

My vision went black at the edges.

The room began to spin.

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“How could she?” I whispered, the words barely audible over the hum of the monitor.

“I’m her mother… I brought her back from the dead. I gave her everything.”

The sobs tore from my chest, since Sharon’s return, I had done the unthinkable.

I had cast Natalie’s memory aside.

I had stood by while her photos were burned.

I had let Sharon take her room, her clothes, her place in the family, and my entire heart, I had given every ounce of my love and attention to Sharon, trying to make up for the years she was lost.

And this was how my daughter repaid me?

With a slow, calculated death?

With poison in my tea?

I couldn’t understand.

I had been feeling weak and ill for weeks but I had blamed my age.

I thought my body was simply recovering more slowly from the stress of the last few years.

But it hadn’t been age at all.

“Ha… ha ha ha ha!”

The sound that left my throat was a wild, broken laughter.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks.

The doctors rushed in and they quickly ushered the police out.

“She’s crashing! Get the sedative!”

Hands pressed me back into the bed.

Voices overlapped.

Lights blurred.