Novel & Cerita Everleigh Dad Cause Of Death

Vexon picked her up, kissing her cheeks. "I am glad you are not angry all the time now. My momma and my dad are in Italy. Momma said that they would never come back, but I have Mom here. So I have no problem." Everley pointed her index finger at me, which made me awestruck. She had no problem with her parents going away because we were there for her and she knew it. Poor girl didn't know her father was not in Italy, rather Kace was dead. She glanced at Vexon, before speaking hesitantly, "Can I call you 'Dad' from now on, Uncle Vexon?"

And it was caused by her husband, who was drunk driving. Elsie did not understand the rays of emotions stabbing her heart. It was rage, hurt, betrayal, sadness over her mother and brothers' death. In all, she could only cry. Cry so much, she grew weak. Tears no longer released the ache bugging her heart. Nothing did. Nothing. ## "Dad," Eldon called out in excitement, running towards his father from the main door. He was back from his piano lessons. The little lad hugged his father's leg, "I was expecting you two in two days. Why are you here now?"

"Let's go." "Okay." We walked to the car, hand in hand. I opened the door for her, then got in. On the way home, I closed my eyes. Weddings were exhausting. Evelyn tapped my shoulder and held up her phone. "Ms. Ellsworth, Chloe Mercer passed away at our hospital. She didn't make it here. She said she wanted to see your husband." Evelyn didn't answer. She just looked at me, waiting. "Hmm?" she nudged when I stayed quiet.

My mind raced through different dark scenarios, and I tried to shove it away but I couldn't. “ You are joking right?” I asked, my voice filled with fear of the worst. “ There's no better way to deliver this news to you Elsie, I'm sorry but your dad is dead.” Timothy let out. Without a second thought, I reached out for my phone and ordered a taxi. I removed the IV from my hand and just as I was about to head to the door, Timothy stopped me, “ Elsie, you can't go anywhere now. You are not strong enough to step out,” he suggested as he noticed my attempt to leave.

he pointed at the IV drip. They led me to Elvis' ward, and my heart broke seeing my son in a hospital bed. Mum and Dad got off their seats as they spotted me. “Sierra, why-” Mum held back but guided me to take a seat. I took Elvis' hand, placing a kiss on his palm. “What happened to him?” I asked. I hadn't set my eyes on him since I returned. Did the ordeal cause him to fall sick? “He had a panic attack earlier. The doctor said he is fine. He just got to sleep now,” Dad explained.

“No. I mean, maybe. If he finds out about my revenge, he might be hateful. And I don’t want you to deal with that.” “It still doesn’t make sense,” I insisted. “But that’s fine. You do you.” “Did I tell you? That Evelyn was sleeping with my father?” “What?” Mum chuckled. It was bitter and short. “No wonder she was able to get rid of him, right? She killed him and took over his possessions because he foolishly refused to write a will. In his words, death was still very far.” She laughed again. “That bitch connived with a freaking lawyer and that idiot Edward Storm to transfer everything to her name. I am glad she is gone. She didn’t deserve to live.”

she says. “ That has to come special, I want our wedding night to be special, I want to undress you in front of the mirror, take you to bed, make you feel like a queen “ he says as he moves his fingers in and out, the pleasure had taken over Evelyn that she didn’t even hear every of what her husband was saying to her. Evelyn mom and her father stood discussing. “ By this time of Wednesday the news of her death would fill the headlines” her mother says.

"I'm sorry, Evalyn. If you need to blame someone, blame me. It was my birthday, and Jeff had promised to spend it with me. "I was the one who kept him from going. Please, don't hold it against him, and don't let this tear apart your marriage." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to plead. "I didn't know Mr. Levine was really in an accident. I shouldn't have said those awful things… I didn't mean it when I wished him dead." I fixed my gaze on her. "You want to apologize? Fine. Get on your knees and grovel for forgiveness from my dad."

she said. "From who or what? Who are you?" I asked. "I'm Eve, an attendant at the morgue where your father was kept," she replied. "Why do we have to meet in secret and who are you hiding from?" I asked. "Your father did not die of high blood pressure. He was strangled to death with a rope," she said. "What?! Strangled?! I don't understand you. That's impossible. I checked his body when I visited and his records showed…" I said but she interrupted me.

And when her mother died in a car accident 10 years ago, her father finally decided it was the best time to marry the same woman he had cheated on her mother with and because she was so strongly against it, her father decided he was going to wait until she accepted the arrangement—well, until karma struck and her dad developed COPD, a lung disease that doesn’t seem to be getting any better. “What do you want, Eloise?” Avery asked as she climbed down the stairs leading down to Rosie’s vast living room, where the dining room could easily be seen and her rather excited friend was already walking over there. “Your father collapsed last night; we had to rush him to the emergency room… I don’t thi