Inheritance Crisis: The Evil Aunt Wants to Kill Me

For the next several days, Lauren mentioned helping me keep my property.

But each time, I refused with red eyes. "My parents left me nothing but those assets. I just want to keep them as a remembrance of my parents."

Lauren couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Then what's the point in holding onto those property and stocks?"

"Aaron told me that this is a birthday gift from my parents, so I believe I should hold onto it. This way, I can feel my parents' presence beside me while working and spending the money. Aunt Lauren, you will understand this, right?"

Lauren tried to argue but eventually gave up. I knew that she had lost her patience with me.

The following morning, I got up and had breakfast as usual.

However, as soon as I took a sip of milk, I could tell that it tasted wrong.

I used to be allergic to peanuts as a child.

After accidentally eating peanuts, I developed rashes all over my body, vomited continuously, and was hospitalized for treatment.

Following that incident, peanuts and peanut products were eliminated from the household, and even the cooking oil was replaced with corn oil and olive oil.

Moreover, my father and Lauren took the whole family to check for allergens, concerned that other family members might have food allergies in the future that could potentially endanger their health.

Surprisingly, Taylor was also allergic to peanuts, just like me. I didn't know if it was due to her physical condition or if it was inherited.

So, after Lauren took me in, peanuts and peanut products never appeared in her house.

But today, my milk had been tampered with by adding peanut powder to it.

I guessed that this was a warning from Lauren for my recent disobedience.

Fortunately, although I hadn't eaten peanuts for many years, I immediately detected the unfamiliar taste in the milk with my first sip. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist drinking a few more sips.

When Lauren came downstairs, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Taylor, your face! What happened to your face?"

Taylor was slightly stunned. However, before she could make sense of the situation, she fainted as she was about to stand up.

Lauren and the servant Sadie carried Taylor into the car. I promptly joined them, and together, we rushed to the hospital.

Soon, Jake also rushed to the hospital from the company.

I didn't expect that Taylor's allergic reaction would be more severe than the one I experienced as a child.

Upon arrival at the hospital, she was pushed into the ICU.

At this time, Lauren's emotions were somewhat out of control.

Jake was also puzzled and asked, "What's going on? The doctor said Taylor had gotten into shock caused by peanut allergy, but how could there be peanuts in milk?"

I sneered inwardly. They probably knew better than us how peanuts appeared.

However, I maintained a sorrowful expression and said, "Aunt Lauren, this is not a trivial matter. We haven't bought peanuts for a long time, and Sadie knows this very well. But now such a thing has happened. Is it possible that our family has offended someone and someone deliberately harmed us?"

"Don't talk nonsense. We are an honest business family. How could we offend anyone?" Lauren scolded me gently.

Then she asked, "Chloe, you and Taylor drank the same milk. Why are you fine?"

It seemed that Lauren was angry that the milk she had intended to use to harm me ended up being drunk by Taylor. Therefore, she wanted to find fault with me in another way.

I also feigned confusion, replying, "Yeah, I also drank a whole glass of milk. Why am I fine? Sadie served the milk. What do you think, Sadie?"

At this time, Sadie stood aside, also a little dazed.

Today's incident was originally planned by Lauren and her, yet they didn't expect that they would accidentally harm Taylor.

I guess at this moment, Sadie was also thinking about how to help Lauren teach me a lesson.

After pondering for a while, Sadie said, "Chloe, I heard you and Taylor quarreling last night."

"Chloe, did you?" Lauren asked.

"Yes. Taylor recently took a fancy to a bag, but she said that the pocket money was not enough and wanted me to pay for her. I did not agree, so she quarreled with me for a bit," I replied.

"Chloe, don't blame me for meddling in the family affairs. Even if you and Taylor don't get along, you can't harm her!" At this time, Sadie completely showed her true color.

I sneered, "Sadie, you can't be serious. It's just a small argument between family. How could it be called harm?"

"Allow me to be honest. I overheard Chloe complaining about Taylor on the phone before. She mentioned how Taylor quickly obtained a prominent position at the company, while she had been working as an ordinary clerk for several years and just received a promotion and salary increase this year. Considering last night's incident, I think Chloe must have been holding a grudge, so she took revenge on Taylor."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lauren slapped me in the face.

"Chloe, I treated you like my own daughter and provided for you with a good life for so many years. I never thought that you would be so ungrateful and harm my daughter."

Continuing in an angry tone, Lauren vented her frustration, "After your father passed away, I thought you were alone and helpless, so I took you in and raised you. I provided equal care for both you and Taylor in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. But now that you have your parents' inheritance, not only do you not take me seriously, you also harmed Taylor. You are really too vicious. Don't come to work at the Mitchell Group anymore. We don't want vicious employees like you."

Lauren deliberately emphasized the word "the Mitchell Group", which attracted more people to gather around, and some even took out their mobile phones to take videos.

I knew Lauren wanted to ruin my reputation and make me dependent on her in the end.

Even if I still refused to listen to her, she could still use public opinion to drive me out of the Mitchell Group.

However, I didn't argue or explain. I just fainted on the floor as more and more people gathered around me.

I caught a glimpse of two nurses pushing through the crowd and rushing towards me. Shortly after, they lifted me onto an ambulance bed.

I slowly lifted my arms, and my sleeves slipped down, revealing the red rashes all over my arms.

The two nurses quickly pushed me into the emergency room. Before leaving, they turned around to complain about Lauren. "You said you treated her like your own daughter, yet you didn't even notice that she was allergic."

Another nurse also said angrily, "Both of them have allergies, but you put all the blame on your niece. You're just careless and wants to shirk responsibility."