My Son Drank Poison To Save My Life And Trap His Evil Wife. He Knew It Was Lethal But Did It To Get Evidence. Now She’s Facing 8 Years And I’m Left With The Heartbreaking Truth.

She said she had to finish it before I found everything. Christine’s final message was “you’re insane”. I looked up at Denise and my throat was tight.

“this is premeditated murder conspiracy to commit murder” “yes and Christine’s involvement means if we go to the authorities both sisters will face charges” “do we have enough”

Denise leaned back in her chair. “for the police absolutely the text messages the money order the pharmacy records the shipping confirmations it’s all documented they can’t explain this away” “and for Matthew” She studied my face.

“that’s your decision Chris you’re his father you know him better than I do will he believe this or will he find a way to rationalize it” I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. I drove home with a folder full of printed messages on the passenger seat.

It wasn’t just Oilia as her sister had helped her. She had found someone to sell them illegal drugs and had coached her through the planning. She had known exactly what Oilia was going to do at my party.

She had only been upset when the wrong person drank the poison. Two sisters, one inheritance they’d already spent in their minds. There was $320,000 in debt between the two of them and probably more.

They’d been planning this for months since February at least, maybe longer. They’d bought Warfarin from Mexico, shipped it across state lines, and planned the execution down to the day and the hour. And when it failed, when Matthew collapsed instead of me, Oilia hadn’t stopped.

She’d tried again with the ladder. Somewhere in Seattle Christine Sinclair was waiting to hear whether her sister had finally succeeded. I pulled into my driveway and sat there with the engine off, staring at that folder.

I had everything now: the financial records, the search history, the video of her sabotaging the ladder, and now these messages. It was proof that it was all premeditated and proof that she hadn’t acted alone. The question was what was I going to do with it?

The Unfounded Report and the Detective’s Interview

The social worker arrived on Thursday afternoon, 3 days after my meeting with Denise about Christine. I’d been expecting this as it was Oilia’s next logical move. But seeing the government vehicle pull into my driveway still sent a chill down my spine.

I opened the door before she could ring the bell. She was in her late 30s and was professionally dressed, carrying a clipboard and wearing an official agency badge. “mr sullivan I’m Sharon Ellis from Adult Protective Services we received a report of concern regarding your welfare may I come in”

I’d prepared for this. “of course please” I led her into the living room and offered tea.

She accepted while setting her clipboard on the coffee table as she sat down. I brought two cups from the kitchen and settled into the chair across from her. Sharon opened her folder.

“i want to be direct with you the report alleges several issues possible self-neglect confusion memory problems and unsafe living conditions the reporter expressed concern that you may not be capable of living independently” I kept my voice steady. “i understand may I ask who filed this report”

“reports can be submitted anonymously” Sharon said with her tone neutral but professional. “but I can tell you this came from a family member concerned for your welfare”

“my daughter-in-law Oilia” Sharon’s expression remained carefully neutral. “i can’t confirm the source but I’m here to assess the situation objectively”

“i understand where would you like to start” She stood. “a walkthrough of the home if that’s all right”

I led her through each room. The living room was clean and organized with no clutter or safety hazards. The kitchen was well stocked with fresh food and everything was in its place.

In the bathroom medications were stored carefully in the cabinet and all were properly labeled with current dates. Sharon photographed the medication labels and made notes. “you’re on war Faren and several cardiac medications all current prescriptions” “yes my cardiologist monitors everything”

The bedroom was tidy and the bed was made with no issues. Sharon took notes throughout the entire tour. Back in the living room she reviewed her clipboard.

“mr sullivan your home is in excellent condition i see no signs of self-neglect or unsafe living conditions” “thank you i should also mention that I have some documentation that might be relevant” I retrieved the folder I’d prepared knowing this day would come.

Inside was a recent medical clearance from Dr. Raymond Hughes my cardiologist dated one week prior. There were results from a cognitive assessment, a mini-mental state examination showing a perfect score of 30 out of 30. I had financial records showing balanced bank accounts, bills paid on time, and meticulous organization.

I had property tax receipts, current insurance policies, and home maintenance records. Sharon examined each document carefully. “this is very thorough most people I visit aren’t prepared with this level of documentation”

“i’m a retired architect documentation is a habit the medical clearance and cognitive test are particularly helpful these show no signs of incapacity” She closed the folder. “mister Sullivan based on what I’ve observed today and the documentation you’ve provided I see no evidence supporting the concerns in the report”

I leaned forward slightly. “sharon I need to tell you something i believe this report was filed for purposes of retaliation” Her pen paused over the paper.