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There was an obscene amount of blood. Bailey couldn’t focus on anything else. It was pooled in the floor, someone had smeared it on the countertop near the kitchen sink, and there were streaks across the front of the large stainless steel fridge. Her grandfather had not been moved, still laying facedown in the floor like a discarded doll. He was smaller than she remembered. Shrunken, aged, different. Jonas Fee had been larger than life. Proud, loud, and equal parts beloved and hated. He was a driven taskmaster, a military genius, and the kindest man Bailey had ever known.

“They had masks on their faces.” Grandpa’s face was expressionless. He wanted to return the box but on second thoughts, ordered the security man to open it for curiosity's sake. The horrific sight that met his eyes was blinding, grandpa sunk on his knees and tried to wake the man in the box. His eyes that hadn’t shed tears in ages began to water like a fountain. His whole body shook violently from sorrow. He wailed in agony like a widow, his blurry eyes from tears catching sight of a pen drive attached and taking it.

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

He sneaked a glance at Lauren and only heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she only looked curious but not scared. Grandpa who had been choked by Alex’s words felt so angry that he could shoot a gun right now. He looked at Alex and pointed his walking stick at him with a trembling hand. “You…you— Bastard! Unfilial child!” He roared, “Is this how you treat your old man?! Do you know how worried I had been when I was told you were carried home?! Can't you take care of yourself? Do you want to kill your grandpa?!” He threw out question after question without even stopping to breathe and Alex also listened without interrupting. He knew his grandpa was only worried and when he finished venti

He stood up from sitting on the floor and moved my body to his lap as he caressed my bag as he embraced my body while I cry. " You jerk, how dare you!" I still continue to scold him as I punch his body while Duke embraces me more tightly. I know it's not a big deal to get angry this hard but I can't help it, it reminds me of how my own Grandfather died when I was still 9 years old. He was my favorite person to be with and it devastated me to know of his death. Grandfather was a heavy smoker which caused him to get sick and died because of it.

" He shook the dead body violently. Some men tried to lead him away from the body, but he refused to budge, slapping wildly at them. Jacky just watched them still sobbing. An ambulance drove in and men in white uniforms held a stretcher and placed the body on it. Kelvin watched them carry the body with a blurred vision. His eyes located Jacky with the women and went towards them. He took Jacky and held him in his arms. ""Where are they taking Grandma's body to?"" Jacky asked.

She was like a bystander listening to the little girl with her two braids kept crying in the grievance. She seemed to not realize her Grandpa was going to die, and she thought he was abandoning her, waiting for her to leave instead. There was suddenly a commotion in the hospital and several men and women with mean looks suddenly broke into the ward. One of them who was a fat lady with perms was wearing a big purple luxurious cost. She bawled at young Hayden upon seeing her, "you little jinx, you have killed your mother when you are born, now look at how you have killed your grandpa at such a young age.

I paused and waved it aside as the crowd came into view. Surrounded by a group of pack members dressed in black was a golden casket bearing my grandfather’s lifeless body. There were cottons inside his nose holes, and he had been dressed in a blue suit to look presentable to the moon goddess. There were candles and lily flowers that he loved so much around his casket. Setting my shoulders, I sauntered towards the freshly-turned earth, shovel in hand. "I don't want to hear any more about it," I told Michael gruffly. "Her guilt is obvious; we are wasting time debating the obvious. It’s our grandfather we are talking about here."

“My relative is also hospitalized here. I happened to run into you. Are you feeling better now?” Caleb’s back was hurting, but the effect of the medication had worn off, and he no longer felt the intense heat. He let out a slight sigh of relief. Thinking about Grandpa’s recent actions, his face turned completely dark. Using Fergerson Corporation’s work as a shield was not going to work anymore. Grandpa was determined to have that woman give birth to a child. He scoffed. Hearing his scoff, Penny knew that Grandpa Fergerson had truly angered him.

Chapter 168 At Old Town Boating’s family The entire family members were confused. They don’t know what they should do. They wanted to take grandma's statute to the hospital but all their efforts had failed because they couldn’t move grandma Philippa’s body. The ladies and children are gathered around grandma Philippa’s body with tears. It was getting late and grandma could only blink her eye and nothing else. The men returned with an idea that they had to cover the body of their mother.