All Chapters of Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

161. MARLON One of the perks of living in a small town like Densberry is that you never get to witness death, at least not in an unconventional way. I know that it's dark and late at night, so my mind was playing tricks on me, but I know for sure that Bernice didn't survive that fall. It's too high, and the hardness of the concrete floor is unforgiving. She is gone, and I know she suffered from the moment of impact, down to when the last breath of life left her lungs. "We can't be sure, we have to check her," Maybelline has tears pouring from her eyes. "I know she tried to kill us and all, but I'd she is alive, we have to call the police." "Maybelline, I..." William sighs, dropping his head. "I don't think that she is alive. Marlon is right. There is no way that she could have survived that height." "I don't care, we have to check," she raises her voice, and I can immediately tell that she is panicking. "Alright, let's get back to the ground floor." I say. "We can think about w

163. LUTHER She watches my face, waiting for a reaction from me, but honestly I don't look surprised. I'm not saying that I would have guessed that Bernice's mother was behind my mother's sudden arrest, but I never put it above her. "It's my fault," I blurt out. "No, it's not, Luther," my mum shakes her head. "It's my fault, because she went all crazy about the scholarship and I refused you to give it to her, all because I'm too poor to pay for your college!" "Mum," I drop next to her, placing my hand on her knee. "That's not true, you know it." Because I know the truth. It's not even about the scholarship, not after Bernice found out about Marlon and I. But I can't bring myself to tell mum the truth. She will definitely get mad at me, because how else did I even think getting with a rich popular boy would end for me? "I can't actually believe that I am saying this right now," mum sniffles. "but I feel so sorry for her. I don't know what I would do if I lose you." "You are n

165. MARLON Mrs Hudson has always been very soft and fond towards me, but now, all of that has disappeared. There is a kind of hostility in her eyes that I thought I would ever see. "I... Um." I wipe my hand over my mouth. "This is very awkward and stupid, but I thought I heard someone in the room." She scoffs, bites down her lower lip, and then looks away. "Are you trying to mock me?" "Excuse me?" "You thought you heard someone in my late daughter's room?!" "I didn't mean it like that, I'll go." I am already walking back to the door. I should have just gone straight to the damn restroom. "Bernice told me your secret before she died, you know," Mrs Hudson drops the bomb, and suddenly, I can't move anymore. My hand is firmly against the doorknob, but my entire body is frozen. What was I even thinking to believe Bernice when I said that she didn't tell her mum? They are cut from the same evil cloth, of course she told her mother. Managing to gain back control of myself, I tu

167. LUTHER I hold my breath, because this can't be real. I can literally feel hundreds of eyes pushing me into the ground. Honestly, I wish I could disappear right now. My mother warned me, she foresaw the future, but I was feeling so guilty about Bernice that I chose to come to her service of songs. Her mother's eyes are bloodshot and her facial veins are popping like crazy. Her brutal finger is pointed directed at me, and no matter how much I try to dodge it, it always finds me. "Oh my God, the new kid killed Bernice?!" "What the hell?" "Why hasn't he been arrested?" I look to my left, my throat rippling with anxiety, as my eyes try to find the only person that can help me. Marlon. He looks just as terrified as I am, but the way his shoulders are stiff and his eyes are shaking, I am sadly on my own. Even Maybelline looks like she could cry for me, but I won't be getting any help from them today. Fortunately, everyone is in a bit of shock, so that gives me enough time to

169. LUTHER Right in our eyes, Nancy Huston goes dumb, maybe because she didn't think they would bring this up, especially since the deaths have been after almost ten years. She first reaches and waves off the strands away from her face. "I-i don't understand why my dead husband or his dead ex-wife and child is being brought up now," she straighten her back. "Is this just a heartless questioning tactic? Because I want justice for my daughter?" Quietly, my mother and I sit at the back, but somehow, we are no longer a part of what's happening. It's now Nancy Huston against the police. Two files are dropped in front of her, and I can see the clean film of dust on the covers. They have been in existence for a while now. "Mrs Huston, please answer these questions truthfully, if you want our help," the first police officer urges her. "Of course, I do!" "Then kindly tell us what happened to your husband again. Tell us from the beginning. When you met Jamie Huston." The amount of