But Whos Counting นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Now go home. Don't cause trouble for me here." At seven that evening, I reserved the window seat at the upscale restaurant where we had gone on our first date. I ordered a table full of dishes Victoria had once loved most. Soft violin music filled the restaurant. Outside the window, the city lights and traffic glittered through the night. I sat there quietly, watching the red countdown in midair that only I could see, watching it keep slipping away. [Death countdown: 41 hours, 30 minutes, 12 seconds.] Seconds and minutes passed.

They all lived like they were under the guillotine, waiting for when it would drop. After all, Crest Hill called to the dead every day. Since it was like a magnet for the dead, were living on Crest Hill really living? It was the question everyone asked. They all felt trapped. They couldn't say it. Their island, now the island of death, and countless graves...and the sands were happy to accept them. "What's your name?" Anna asked, ignoring the stares. "Neil!" he said. "Neil Harvey." "I am Anna White." "Everyone knows who you are, my lady."

My daughter, Vivian Montiago, is born with a heart condition. To protect her, I decide to spend 200 million dollars on building a prestigious preschool for her in the company's park. I don't want her to be lonely, so I also decide to allow the other employees' children to attend the preschool for free to keep Vivian company. However, on the first day of preschool, Vivian's smartwatch alert keeps going off. When I rush over to the preschool, I find out that Vivian is all tied up and left to die under the hot afternoon sun. Her skin is red and blistering, and her lips are purple as she teeters on the edge of death. "Are you all blind? Call the ambulance!" I yell in anger, grabbing Vivian

I was still lost in thought when I suddenly realized that three fully-grown women were clinging to my legs like desperate children. Vivian, Lorraine, and Mia were wrapped around me, hanging on for dear life. "If you get rich, don't forget us. I'm not greedy. Just don't leave me behind." Great. I had officially become the golden ticket. The way they looked at me, one would think I was a walking ATM. I sighed and patted each of their heads. "Let's deal with the problem right in front of us first. After that, money won't be an issue."

Half a glass of wine spilled down his pants, leaving a wet stain—who knew if it was wine or something else? Gina, clutching her face, which was now swollen like a balloon, shrank into the corner. Her scream got stuck in her throat, like a chicken being strangled. "Misunderstanding... It's all a misunderstanding!" Robert called out in a trembling voice. "I'm Robert Coleman from the City Agency's Construction Division! Did you guys get the wrong room? I'm one of you!" Just then, a stern-faced middle-aged man in a dark blue suit walked out quickly from behind the tactical officers.

Grandma's voice was trembling as she bellowed, "Linda Mills! Ash is your son, too!" Mom wanted to say something, but Grandma cut her off, saying, "I know Eli has a tragic fate, born with that cursed countdown. I also know you feel sorry for him and want to give him the absolute best to let him leave in peace."