Did Jim Hutton Die Alone Novels & Stories

"Calvin, are you seriously just going to watch me die?" He sneered from the other end. "Oh, really? Go ahead, die then. Let's see if you're really in a car accident or pretending." I missed the critical window for treatment because of this. By the time they got me to the operating room, I was already dead. Margaret dragged her frail body to where mine lay, covered by a white sheet, and knelt by it. She cried so hard she almost fainted. She called Calvin to take my body, but he mocked her without mercy. "Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's save that for when she's really dead. I'll definitely be there then."

But he claimed that I was merely putting on an act and insisted I be taught a lesson. In the end, Shawn still didn't make it. The moment his blood stained my vision red, my entire world collapsed. It wasn't until the third day after I had been sold to Northreach that I regained consciousness. Shawn was gone, and I had no way to return home. I was stripped naked and thrown onto a muddy wooden plank, waiting for the doctor to come harvest my kidney. Yet on the old TV beside me, the face of my late husband appeared—Julian Harlow, the CEO of a publicly listed corporation with a net worth exceeding multiple billions of dollars.

“That brat, I knew he would use such methods to fool the family. He’s so clever, how could he have died? There’s no way he would have died on the operating table.” All these years, Hugh had suspected that Max hadn’t died. Back then, everything had been handled flawlessly. Hugh had even gone personally to check, but both the hospital and the teachers insisted Max was indeed dead. The fast cremation had been because they couldn’t contact the Jameson family. How was that possible? The Jameson family was vast. Not to mention the main branch and the extended branches were all over Wusterfield and Impelia, with people everywhere. How could they not be contacted?

Jim sits beside me, folding his paper neatly into his lap. “Every day I see you stumble out of that bar,” he says. “And every day I hope it’s the last time. But it never is.” I stare straight ahead, focusing on nothing. The ocean breeze rolls in from the cove, cool and sharp, cutting through the stench of vomit and stale whiskey. “You know,” Jim continues, “when Joanne died, I saw you and Nick die too. Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece. I’m just asking you — for God’s sake — stop killing yourself.”

Hutton was also throwing glances at him to be certain he heard what he just said. "My girlfriend Scarlett was killed yesterday, but then, as much as I was hurt by her death, I still have my mate with me." Hutton announced with his voice louder, and I guessed he heard it clearly this time as he moved his head, His two hands dropped while he slowly looked up. I fixed my gaze on him without tilting my head a bit. Finally, he looked up at us and our eyes met. I noticed his eyes brightened a bit before turning dark. He squinted his eyes at me for a while before glancing at Hutton.

After I died, the system didn't take me home right away. Instead, it left me floating in midair to watch the show unfold. Not long after my death, Heidi called Jonathan and Sam over. Jonathan was still dressed in his elegant tailcoat, yet he no longer cared about appearances. He dropped to his knees in front of me, trembling as he reached out to check my breath. Then he pulled my body into his arms and burst into loud, broken sobs. "Honey! How could you just die like this… You weren't lying to me after all…"

He had watched over me silently, even until death. It wasn't until now that I realized, through everything, the only person who had ever truly cared about me was Jim. Thankfully, this time, we didn't miss our chance. Garrett survived, but he could only live out his days in a rehab facility, constantly changing his bandages. By summer, his legs were covered in open sores and maggots crawling. The whole corridor reeked of rot; even the nurses avoided his room. To make it worse, Loretta had secretly increased the dosage of his medicine, leaving him permanently infertile.

Alan stepped back into the cell together with Scott, they wanted to interrogate the rat in Scott's team but before they got there, he died. “He has killed himself,” Scott muttered, facing Alan. Somewhere in Germany. The boss sat on her cushion chair, sipping her wine gently. The news has already gotten to her that Logan is dead but Hilda managed to survive. The president was also wise enough to change the securities. Getting close to the president would be a huge task for now. She had to lie down low for now and activate her plan b. To be continued.

At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me. The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********

Arthur was all alone. Beneath the photo was a caption that described the scene. [This morning, well-known local attorney, Arthur Hutton, was left standing alone at the steps of the city hall, dressed in a formal suit and holding a bouquet of flowers, in what appeared to be an attempt to marry his fiancee. The situation took a humiliating turn when his intended partner failed to appear. Mr. Hutton remained at the location throughout the day until the office closed in the evening. The awkward scene, captured by bystanders and shared online, has since gone viral, sparking intense speculation and discussion across the city.]