Novel & Cerita Death Delayed For A Short Time Because Of The Will

She tried hard to be kind, even though that morning's cold seemed to have settled inside her bones, after her grandfather's funeral. “That was ridiculously fast.” Massimo grumbled, after the secretary left the room they were in “Will readings shouldn't happen on the same day as the funeral. Even someone like Emma was able to respect the memory of a dead person and wait a few weeks before talking about inheritance after my father died.”

According to customs in Nilus City, the funeral should be held at least three days later. “I heard from Absalom that Aunt Holly’s death was sudden. Isn’t there an autopsy to determine the cause of death?” Harmonia asked after getting into the car. Hunter knew about Absalom’s feelings for Harmonia, so he didn’t hide anything from her and told her the truth, “Mr. Terran originally wanted to do an autopsy, but Sir said that a person can’t be brought back to life after they die. Since the person is gone, the cause of death doesn't matter. If an autopsy is conducted, it would be undignified for Madam.”

"I'm not disputing that. But the car was in the structure for eleven hours before he was found. The time of death window is wide — the ME puts it somewhere between midnight and six in the morning. That's not a man who went down to his car for a reason and had a heart attack on the way. That's a man who was in his car in the middle of the night." "You can't prove that's wrong," Cameron said. "No," Tobias said. "Which is exactly how it was designed." Nyla said nothing for a moment. She thought about Gerald Fitch — his reliable presence at every board meeting she could remember from childhood, the way he had always voted with the company's long-term interests over short-term pressure. He had be

I knew the medicine was to blame for some of it, but I thought the rest might be a kind of shock that could only come from trying to process bad news. “I don’t know how long I will be gone,” he said, and I understood. For some, dying took a short amount of time. For others, it stretched out too long. Depending on the cause, the time frame would be different, if it could even be pinned down at all.

I asked, looking back at the seer. The seer looked toward the bedroom door, her expression tight. "Twenty-four hours. After that, the cellular degradation will completely sever her connection to the physical world. Even if you bring Silas back after the deadline, there won't be a body left for her spirit to return to." "Twenty-four hours," Jax repeated, the anger in his voice instantly curdling into pure, cold dread. He looked at me, the frantic pacing finally stopping. "That’s it. One day."

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

I hadn’t seen any of them since Andrew’s mating ceremony, and I had intentionally buried myself so deep in work that I barely had time to talk to them, except the occasional text. I missed them. All of them. Including Nick. “When will the funeral be?” “Probably a week or two.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Aren’t funerals supposed to happen within 24 hours?” “Yes, but the elders have approved an exception. Beth has so many family members and pack members from out east that want to come, that doing it that quickly wouldn’t be feasible.” “Oh.” Silence settled around us, and before I knew it, I was crying quiet tears as Ashley held me.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.