Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Afton Death

a total drenched Elizabeth spoke making serious emphasis on the word mother as she stared into Beatriz eyes. Beatriz didn't mind as she was more than ready to use the shovel in her hand to dig Elizabeth grave that was a long way drive from the mansion. It was their country house and was far off into the east side. Elizabeth gave a laugh, "Aren't you too old to be fooling around, if you were to dig the ground you most definitely won't see my body there because it is me standing before you. I know this is a lot to take in but I never died, infact I wasn't even in the taxi when it happened, I had highlighted a bus stop away from where I was supposed to, the person who had died was the woman who

The hatred of the sky burned in the eyes, almost about to swallow Almira's whole person. She struggled miserably, repeatedly pleading with her hands: "I don't know anything. Everything is not as you think. Nolan, her death is not related to me." "Shut up." Nolan Patrick roared, punching his hand hard on the bed. His eyes were bloodshot, his anger erupted strongly. "Elizabeth is dead. The happiest person is you, but who else is here." "That's not true, this is not the truth." Almira cried in despair. Her sister, Elizabeth, died in an accident two months ago. While alive, Elizabeth was Nolan's fiancé. Before her death, Nolan had a mental crisis for a long time.

Roseane and the others immediately ran to Eliza's side to comfort her. Eliza didn't know what to do for a moment. She looked at Matthew and asked, "What's going on?" The signal of the stadium was not very good. It was only now that Matthew received the news of Bates. His face gradually darkened. "It was Evelyn who had an accident. She fell from a hotel not far from the stadium and died. It is said that she committed suicide. There was her will on the roof." The letter did not mention Beau and Eliza, but only mentioned her current situation and her despair after her aunt was wronged and thrown into prison.

“Next time you pick an alias, sweetheart, choose something a little further from Elizabeth Beaumont, don’t you think?” Instantly, she prickled. She’d forgotten how much he ruffled her feathers. That smirk of his was infuriating. “I didn’t figure it mattered. As you know, Isabella Beaumont died while in Grey Wolf custody during the Missoula Massacre.” It was the story he’d concocted. Thankfully, she wasn’t well enough known among the Wild Eight that many would recognize her picture. Even if someone noticed a resemblance, few would likely question the validity of her death since it had come directly from the Grey Wolves.

"What do you mean?" "After inspection, we determined that the bump was caused by a hit to the head. Now, the saddest and most unfortunate part is that the hit to the head didn't kill her, only made her pass out. The person who hit her must have panicked and dumped her body in the ocean where, she actually died. She was unconscious so she couldn't swim for herself and when she came to, it was too late so she drowned. Her cause of death is drowning." Ashton's shoulders droop. "So the person who had tied her up had hit her over in the head?"