Chapter 171 In control - Caroline POV
I want to gloat, kick my feet, but I can't.
That ass fucking was worth every humiliating second so I can sit here right now pretending to be the concerned employer.
Dearest Mario left me a note in every sachet with the different drugs and their effects.
The one I slipped into Samuel's nightly green tea will make him have a heart attack, hardly traceable, especially if the person is on high blood pressure medicine like the butler was.
They took him into surgery, trying to repair the damage to his heart.
Oh, but Ben was sitting on a gold mine with that boy. I wish he was here so I could ask him how he found him.
My son was extremely talented when it came to that. He always found people who could be of great benefit.
Maybe Benedict is next on my list.
The thought alone sends a pang through my heart.
The heart wants what it wants. Even after all these years of neglect, it still beats for that man, even when I know he doesn't even want me.
Why do we always want the things we can never have? My life would be so much better if I didn't still yearn for him.
"Mrs. Cargill?" I look up at the doctor approaching me, and slowly rise from my chair.
"Yes?" I school my face into one of worry. "Do you have an update on Samuel?"
I can see the answer in his eyes before he words it.
"Would you please take a seat?"
I act accordingly, slowly lowering myself in the seat, and he takes the empty one next to me.
"Is there anyone you can call?" He asks first. "Your husband perhaps?"
"My husband was out of town." I clear my throat. "He's on his way back right now."
The doctor sighs deeply, remorse in his gaze as he looks at me. "Samuel didn't make it."
I gasp, clutching my chest.
"We did everything we can, but the damage to his heart was irreparable, I haven't seen anything like it in a long time. I can't even believe he hasn't collapsed before." The doctor continues while I will tears to start forming in my eyes. "He must not have been feeling very well for quite some time. Has he never complained before, maybe feeling dizzy or headaches?"
"Nothing." The well-planned tear drops down my cheek. "Maybe he didn't want to say anything in light of my son's suicide."
The doctor nods with empathy. Of course the whole world knows Ben killed himself, and now I know I can use it to my advantage.
"Is there anything we can do for you?" The doctor is really very kind, how sweet of him.
"No, thank you."
"I'm really very sorry Mrs. Cargill." He pats my hand before he gets up and walks away, hopefully to save someone who really needs it.
Old cow Samuel is no more. It would've been helpful if he was dead a long time ago, but beggars can't be choosers.
I sit there for a while, in case someone gets interviewed about my reaction, before I slowly get up like someone who has inflammation in their joints and walk outside, getting my phone out of my purse to get a cab.
I don't know how long it will take Benedict to come back from apparently visiting Miguel who had some kind of emergency.
If only I could get him under the roof again now that Samuel is gone. I could keep him drugged up for at least a week and have the most fun, relive old times.
I could even kill Valentina if she ever showed her face in New York again.
I miss the days I used to play with her fragile little mind, get her fired from every job so I could hold her apartment over Miguel's head.
I used to show her pictures of how happy a family we were, and poor Valentina would just sit and cry in her dingy little apartment with almost no food until she was no longer functioning.
Of course Benedict had to swoop in to save her. But I got what I wanted in the end. She was locked up in a psychiatric facility.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Maybe I should pay her a little visit. It's been years since the last time we came to face to face. She used to be so scared when she saw me, like I was carrying a weapon or something.
How pathetic.
I don't even know what Benedict saw in her in the first place.
I am much more sophisticated than her. She's beautiful, sure, but the kind you find in the center of old school porn magazines.
I suit Benedict way better than she ever could. His father knew it, that's why I was chosen to be his wife.
I go home, the house eerily quiet now that Samuel isn't there to tend to it.
A smile graces my lips. It feels like freedom.
Benedict arrives a few hours later, panic on his face as his blue eyes dart around the dining room where I'm sitting nursing a scotch.
"What happened?" He asks frantically, and I bury my face in my hands and start sobbing. "Caroline! Tell me!"
I lift my face, deserving an Oscar for my stellar performance.
"I'm so sorry, Benedict!" I sob heart wrenchingly. "Samuel didn't make it out of the surgery."
"What...." He stumbles back. "What are you saying?"
"He died on the operating table, Benedict."
I bury my face in my hands once again, but not before I witness the shock and grief on Benedict's face.
Checkmate, Samuel.
Now, moving on to the next one on my list.