Novel & Cerita Evan Afton Death

Evan turned to Anastasia. “ No. But he killed my father. I know it! He refused to let me go so it’s clear he killed my father who was the only obstacle between us. But I won’t put this man above him! I will never betray my father and forgive this murderer. ” Anastasia dropped to her knees. “ There is no way of knowing if he actually killed your father. You saw him there, but it doesn’t mean he killed him. He is innocent unless we find enough evidence to prove his crime, Anastasia. ” Evan’s voice softened when he saw her condition.

His voice broke and she feared he was about to cry. “Do what?” “T-That night…” Mr. Jetkins ran a trembling hand over his face. “There were three dead bodies. Your parents and another man…His name was Ethan Connor. I don’t know much but he was drunk when crossing the road and your parents’ car collided with him.” Anaya closed her eyes as shock vibrated down her body. “They tried to get him to the hospital but the rain got heavier and your father was unable to control the wheels. The car swerved and fell down the bridge.”

So, he had Max tell the man that he was Evan Miller, that his wife was Mandy, and that she had just learned she was pregnant. Two days later, Evan passed away. The siblings buried Evan back in their hometown, in the family grave beside his grandparents. Max had wanted to send the man away. But he didn’t know where to send him, and calling the police felt impossible. There was no way to explain the situation clearly. So, he went back to the lakeside to see whether anyone was looking for the man. What he saw instead were multiple police cars. He heard it clearly that they were searching for a death-row criminal who had fallen off a cliff.

Their whole operation would collapse if Jayden slipped up and revealed his identity. He paused in front of a gravestone and nodded solemnly. "We're almost there, Officer Austen. I'll make sure Katherine stands trial and faces the firing squad. This vengeance is for you." The photo on the tombstone showed Evan in his police uniform—handsome and righteous, his eyes burning with conviction. But that light had gone out forever two years ago because of me.

“After that check your mailbox I have sent your ticket to Manhattan and all papers of your admission to Manhattan university and in the future don’t trouble yourself with the expense you can mail me whenever you want anything.” Evan was Walton Villa’s gardener’s son who was very smart and always wanted to study high but his parents were not rich enough to sponsor his high education expenses, the night Mr. Joe Walton has killed Evan’s father gardener York with his wife and son was resting in the servant quarter they hurriedly walked out of the servant quarter after listening to the heavy sound of commotion.

“What happened to him?” Evan stood there silently for a moment, his hands still clenched at his sides. “He went to Staten Island,” Evan said after a pause. “To look for someone.” His voice was calm, but the tension behind it was impossible to hide. “We traced a phone signal to an abandoned factory near the pier.” I held my breath while waiting for Evan’s next words. Evan’s gaze lowered slightly. “It was a trap,” he said quietly. “There was a bomb inside the building. They barely had time to escape before it exploded.”

were, but his phone buzzed again—it was Dorian this time. Asher answered, “Yes…What?” His face turned ice-cold, and I froze, a strong sense of foreboding running down my spine. He hung up and turned to me, his expression dark and dangerous. “Someone died at the site tonight. That kid… Evan.”

I said frowning. "Evan … a few days after that my parents were killed in an accident. A car the police assumed was driven by a drunk hit theirs and caused them to fall into a ditch on a mountain we call Tumbledown Peak. The road led from town to Snowspeal, where we live. It was not snowing nor was it a rainy season. My father was driving; he was one of the best drivers I know. He took that route almost every single day and more than once a day. That road had rail guards! The supposed drunk driver made certain they flew into that ditch. After watching that video and seeing that man lurking around our home, I doubt what happened to them was an accident, Evan—”

If her mother doesn't come back, we can only …" Kelvin's voice sounded a little bitter. He refused to say that word. But Ethan was calm. "People have to die eventually." "But you're Ethan Miller!" "It doesn't change anything." Ethan coughed lightly. If this truly was the end, he only had one regret. He couldn't see Olivia and the children one last time before he died. He slowly got up, his footsteps unsteady as he headed outside. Krystal, who had just washed up, hastily went up to him to support him. "Careful, Sova."

Evan: Can I see you tonight? I closed my eyes. Me: I shouldn’t. Evan: Please. I typed, deleted, typed again. Me: An hour. That’s all. Evan was already there when I arrived. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, tension etched into every line of his body. “You look exhausted,” he said. “So do you,” I replied. He turned. “Something’s wrong.” I let out a breath. “Ethan took the fall.” Evan froze. “What?”