Jade Carlson handed the phone back to Nathaniel Summers.
She looked at him nervously, "I've done what you said..."
Nathaniel Summers ignored her. After taking back the phone, he called emergency services and reported that someone had fallen down the stairs at home, asking for medical staff to come over.
It was only then that Jade Carlson dimly realized Evelyn Willard hadn't died.
Evelyn Willard had merely passed out.
Jade Carlson breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to be a murderer, let alone the murderer of her own biological mother.
But the cigarettes contaminated with drugs that were in Nathaniel Summer's hands were solid evidence, and given that Nathaniel had been cautious, who knew if there were surveillance cameras installed in her guest room?
Jade Carlson's hope vanished.
Her body went cold, and, shaking, she curled up, enduring the excruciating pain of drug withdrawal.