Did James Charles Die 소설 & 이야기

After the call with Sean, he sat motionless on the couch all night, completely shattered, his eyes never closing. Per his instructions, the funerals for James and Mrs. Jasper Sr. would be held once he returned. For now, their bodies would remain in the hospital morgue. * Late that night, long after the hospital quieted down, Charlotte lay in bed wide awake. Everything that had happened today was too much to process. She had known Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s heart was fragile. At her age and in poor health, a sudden cardiac event wasn’t unexpected. But James? Why would he suddenly take his own life?

He appeared not himself and did not respond to anyone around him. When morning came, Charles gave his last breath, provoking tears in the Hendrson's mansion.

Charles sat there, broken, grieving—not just for the loss of Antony, but for the loss of everything they could have been. Charles stood alone outside the morgue for a long while, trying to summon the strength to make the call. His hands trembled as he dialed, his mind racing through what he would say. How do you tell a family that their light has gone out? He called their father first. Charles: “Dad… it’s… it’s Antony.” Dad: “Yes? What about him?” Silence. Charles (voice cracking): “He’s… he’s gone, Dad. He passed away this morning. The hospital said… cardiac arrest.”

His eyes no longer had lots of fear, they were teary. Shit. I didn't want him to cry. "Can you share this with me? us..." Charles started answering in short bursts at first, then the words started spilling. "I was little." Charles sucked in his breath, swallowed and carried on. "My mom had just died." "What killed her?" Dr. Reyes' voice held compassion. Charles looked at me, then her. "My father."

“So, I guess it doesn’t really matter what Sylas knows. But I’ll tell you what I know… I know you went after Simon. I know you wanted to have him killed.” Charles’ hand shot out and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “Wanted to have him killed?” he snarled. “Yeah, I wanted to have him killed. So, I did.” I blinked, sobering up a bit more now. “What…?” “Yeah, you just thought it was more bad luck when he suddenly croaked,” Charles said. “He was getting better. Wasn’t he? I just couldn’t have that. You know, it’s pretty easy to have someone sneak in and inject something into an IV. They thought he was going to die anyway.” Tears streamed down my face as I thought about Simon’s last moments