Novel & Cerita Everleigh Dad Cause Of Death

Eva said. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Anyway, even though Giveon told me that I should not say anything about this to anyone else including you, i just knew that there was no way that I could keep it away from you. I just have to tell you the truth!" I said. "Okay go ahead. Tell me" Eva said. "Dad...he didn't die because he was sick. He was actually poisoned" I said.

John said. "Was there anything... Anything suspicious around the time of my dad's death." Octavio asked. John looke like he was expecting the question. "You know we were both away when it happened. I can't tell for certain. I am just as clueless as you are except what the autopsy told us, natural causes." John replied. Octavio relaxed back into his seat. "We are here boss." John said as the car came to a stop in front of Camille's house.

"After she told me what happened to her, I did an investigation because like you, I couldn’t bear the facts of her past." “What?” I stammered without looking away from the envelope. "By reading the final report, you’ll know that Maurice Taylor mysteriously disappeared nine months ago,” he explained with a smile that scared me a bit. "Eva's parents died more than fifteen years ago. First her mother from pneumonia and a year later her father for unknown reasons.” “And the siblings?” He automatically lost his smile.

she continued, "because I thought it meant something good. But then Dad told me the truth. He killed Mr. Williams... your father." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I staggered back, gripping the edge of a railing for support. Elowen’s voice broke as she pressed on. "I asked him why, and he said it was because of Mrs. Williams. My mom and I both knew he never loved her, but I didn’t think he was capable of murder. I told him I’d report him to the police." "And did you?"

She could barely tell the cruel truth. "P-Perhaps, he just happened to stand right there …" Olivia grabbed Everly's arm tightly. "On the same day, a few car crashes happened at the same time. "The roads were blocked, so the ambulance couldn't arrive in time. "If Dad had received an emergency treatment, he wouldn't have suffered a side-effect. He's been hospitalized for two years. "Eve, it is Ethan. He planned everything. He planned the car crashes to stall time. He wanted my father to die at the scene!"

But then he leaned back, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "You mean the rumor that I killed him?" he asked, his tone deceptively light. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "No, Olivia," Elroy said softly. "I didn't kill my father. But someone did." He paused, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "It was my mother." I stared across the desk at him, mouth hanging open. My mind stalled for a long moment, refusing to compute what he'd said. Apothecary Iris, strong and gentle, an apothecary who had dedicated her life to healing, snapping a man's neck in rage?

Genesis stroked his arm as he paused to father himself. “I rushed her to the nearest hospital and she was pronounced dead on arrival. I begged and begged for something to be done but the doctors insisted that it was too late. Evelyn was gone.” He breathed out heavily. “Her father was a mafia, he quit after she died. I later got to find out that she was killed by a rival cartel of her father's. Every day, I live with the anger that her killer is still out there, free and roaming on this earth.” “That's horrible…”

I bit my lip and glanced at Chloe across the island from me, nibbling on her chicken nuggets watching me. "Kelly! It's so nice to hear your voice! I've been calling your dad all day, has he been busy?" I felt dread as I heard him mention my dad. At least I didn't have to try to turn the conversation that way myself. "Um...no. Uncle Joe, something happened last night. I thought Mom would have called you, but she's been out of it all day." "What happened?" He asked me sharply. I took a deep shaky breath and closed my eyes. "Dad passed away. He had an aortic aneurysm that busted and they couldn't save him."

“Could we do that, Mom?” “Did you… move back here?” Chelsea asked. “The last I had heard, you were all in Colorado with your grandparents.” “We moved back to the cabin last fall,” Everly said. “Dad wanted to look for you again. Grandma and Grandpa passed away.” “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry,” she said. “Dad is working at the park again, but I think he’s still investigating on the side. I don’t know that, though. He doesn’t talk to me, Mom. He doesn’t really talk to anyone.”

"The dutiful grandson and his pretty little mistake. Too busy to visit when she was alive, but rushing to her deathbed? How touching." "Stay away from my mother," he hissed. "You've done enough damage." Ryan's face darkened dangerously. Without hesitation, he shoved the wheelchair aside and guided me past Kane into the room. I felt Kane's eyes boring into my back—calculating, assessing, plotting. Inside, Evelyn's body lay covered by a white sheet. The doctor explained it had been a sudden cardiac event, that she'd been experiencing symptoms but refused medical attention until it was too late. "Just like that," Ryan whispered, more to himself than to me.