Chapter 11: The Night My Father Died
I drove to my father's house with Daniel beside me and Ethan following in his own car.
Olivia insisted on coming.
I didn't argue.
There were too many things she had hidden from me, but there was also too much fear in her eyes to leave her behind.
The house stood at the end of a quiet street lined with old oak trees.
I hadn't visited in nearly three months.
The white paint was beginning to peel near the porch. My father's favorite rocking chair remained beside the front window.
For a moment, I could almost see him sitting there.
Then I remembered Nia's words.
Your father didn't die naturally.
I unlocked the front door.
The smell of old wood and furniture polish greeted us.
Nothing seemed different until we reached the study.
The safe stood open.
Several drawers had been pulled out.
Papers were scattered across the carpet.
Daniel photographed everything before touching anything.
"Nobody move.""
He examined the desk.
"Someone searched this room carefully.""
Ethan walked toward the bookshelf.
"My mother said your father kept important letters behind the third shelf.""
I looked at him.
"How do you know?""
"She told me during one of our conversations. She said he liked hiding things where people wouldn't think to look.""
Ethan reached behind the shelf and pulled out a small wooden box.
It was locked.
Olivia stared at it.
"That's Dad's.""
I examined the box.
There was a brass combination lock.
Three numbers.
I tried my father's birthday.
Nothing.
Then I tried my mother's.
Nothing.
Olivia stepped forward.
"Try the date he proposed to Mom.""
I looked at her.
"Do you remember it?""
She nodded.
"June seventeenth.""
I entered the numbers.
The lock clicked.
Inside were several envelopes, a small USB drive, and an old photograph.
My father was standing outside a hospital.
Beside him was a woman wearing a nurse's uniform.
I recognized the hospital.
It was the same one where my father had died.
"Who is she?"" I asked.
Olivia took the photograph.
Her face changed.
"That's Nurse Karen.""
"How do you know her?""
"She was assigned to Dad during his final week.""
Ethan examined the photograph.
"Why would Dad keep a picture of her?""
I opened the first envelope.
Inside was a letter addressed to Daniel.
It was dated two days before my father's death.
Daniel read it silently.
Then his face hardened.
"What?"" I asked.
He handed it to me.
Daniel,
I believe someone has been accessing my medical records without permission. My physician has advised me to keep this private until we understand what is happening.
I have also discovered that several financial documents were removed from my office.
If anything happens to me, please make sure Marcus and Olivia receive the original trust papers.
I am concerned about Patricia Bennett. She has been asking questions about my medication and my estate.
Do not trust Edward Hayes.
I lowered the letter.
Daniel looked at Olivia.
"Did you know about this?""
She shook her head.
"No.""
I opened the second envelope.
It contained copies of medical prescriptions.
Several medications were listed.
One of them had been prescribed by Dr. Richard Collins.
Another had been issued under the name of Dr. Samuel Bennett.
I frowned.
"Why would two doctors prescribe medication to my father?""
Daniel studied the paperwork.
"That needs to be reviewed by a medical expert.""
Ethan picked up the USB drive.
"What's on this?""
I inserted it into Daniel's laptop.
A video file appeared.
The recording date was five years earlier.
My father's face filled the screen.
He looked tired, but his eyes were clear.
"Marcus," he began.
My throat tightened.
I hadn't heard his voice in five years.
"If you're watching this, then something has happened that I could not prevent.""
He paused and looked down.
"I have made mistakes. I should have told you about Ethan. I should have brought you together before it became too late.""
I gripped the edge of the desk.
"But there are things you need to understand. Ethan is your brother. He is not your enemy. Whatever happens, don't allow anyone to use the two of you against each other.""
The video continued.
"I also need you to know that the trust is protected. Margaret Ellis has the original documents. Edward does not have authority to alter them.""
Daniel leaned forward.
"Margaret?""
My father nodded as though he could hear him.
"If Edward tells you otherwise, he's lying.""
He took a breath.
"One more thing. Patricia Bennett came to see me yesterday. She said she wanted to settle an old family matter. I refused.""
His expression changed.
"She became angry.""
I felt Olivia's hand grip my arm.
My father continued.
"She told me I would regret protecting Elaine and her son.""
The screen flickered.
Then my father leaned closer to the camera.
"Marcus, if something happens to me, ask Nurse Karen what she saw the night before I died.""
The recording ended.
Nobody spoke.
I replayed the last thirty seconds.
My father had known.
He had suspected that someone might harm him.
And he had left us a warning.
We found Nurse Karen's full name in the hospital records.
Karen Whitmore.
Daniel contacted her through the hospital administration.
She agreed to meet us at a nearby restaurant that afternoon.
When she arrived, she looked older than the woman in the photograph, but I recognized her immediately.
She sat down without removing her coat.
"I wondered when someone would finally come asking about Mr. Carter.""
I leaned forward.
"Did you know my father?""
"Yes. I was assigned to his room during his final week.""
"Did he tell you he was afraid someone might harm him?""
She nodded.
"He told me that someone had been asking about his medication.""
"Who?""
"His visitor.""
"Patricia Bennett?""
Karen looked surprised.
"How did you know?""
I felt my stomach tighten.
"Did she have access to his medication?""
"She wasn't supposed to. But she brought him food and flowers. She was very friendly with the staff.""
"Did you see her touch anything?""
Karen hesitated.
Then she opened her handbag.
She removed a small notebook.
"I kept notes because something didn't feel right.""
She turned several pages.
"On the evening before Mr. Carter died, I saw Patricia enter his room after visiting hours.""
"What time?""
"Approximately 9:30 p.m.""
"How long was she there?""
"About fifteen minutes.""
"Did she leave anything?""
Karen nodded.
"A small paper bag.""
My jaw tightened.
"What was inside?""
"I don't know. But after she left, Mr. Carter asked me to remove it.""
"Why?""
"He said he didn't want to take anything she brought.""
I looked at Daniel.
"Did you report this?""
Karen lowered her eyes.
"I tried.""
"What happened?""
"The supervisor told me Patricia was a family friend and that I should not create unnecessary problems.""
I felt anger rising.
"Who was the supervisor?""
Karen opened her notebook again.
"Dr. Samuel Bennett.""
The room went silent.
Patricia's brother.
The man whose medical statement had been used to challenge my father's trust.
Daniel took a photograph of the notebook.
"Ms. Whitmore, did you keep any other records?""
Karen nodded.
"Yes. But I was told to destroy them.""
"Did you?""
She looked at me.
"No.""
She reached into her handbag and removed a small envelope.
Inside was a photocopy of a hospital incident report.
The report documented an unauthorized medication substitution.
The patient was my father.
The medication had been administered at 10:15 p.m.
One hour after Patricia's visit.
The following morning, my father had suffered a sudden medical emergency.
I stared at the page.
"Was the substitution responsible for his death?""
Karen shook her head.
"I can't say that. I'm not a physician. But I can tell you the original prescription was different.""
Daniel took the report.
"We'll need to preserve this and have it reviewed.""
Karen looked directly at me.
"Mr. Carter, there's something else.""
"What?""
"Your father wasn't the only patient whose medication records were altered.""
I frowned.
"Who else?""
She swallowed.
"Elaine Cole.""
Ethan went completely still.
"My mother?""
Karen nodded.
"She was admitted to the same hospital six years ago.""
Ethan's voice trembled.
"Are you saying someone changed her medication?""
"I don't know whether it was intentional. But the same doctor approved a substitution shortly before she died.""
Ethan looked down.
His hands were shaking.
"My mother told me she felt someone was trying to keep her quiet.""
I stared at the nurse.
"Did she ever mention Patricia?""
Karen nodded.
"She did.""
Then she reached into her notebook and showed us one final entry.
It was dated the night before Elaine died.
Patient requested that Patricia Bennett be removed from visitor list. Patient stated that Patricia had threatened her over estate documents.
Ethan stood abruptly.
"My mother was afraid of her own sister.""
He walked toward the window.
I followed.
"Hey.""
He shook his head.
"I spent six years believing my mother died because her body couldn't fight anymore.""
His voice broke.
"What if someone helped her die?""
I had no answer.
Then Daniel's phone rang.
He answered, listened, and turned toward us.
"Marcus, Margaret Ellis has responded.""
I stepped closer.
"What did she say?""
Daniel looked at the message.
"She says she has the original trust, but she refuses to release it until she meets both sons in person.""
"Why?""
Daniel swallowed.
"Because she says your father left instructions for a final condition.""
"What condition?""
Daniel looked at me.
"Neither son can inherit control of the company until the person responsible for the deaths of your parents' witnesses is identified.""
I frowned.
"Parents' witnesses?""
He nodded.
Then he read the final sentence.
"Your father believed the person who altered his medication also arranged for Elaine Cole's medical records to disappear.""
I looked at Ethan.
He looked back at me.
And for the first time, we understood that this was no longer simply about money.
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Someone had been trying to erase the truth for years.
And that person was still free.
