Everleigh Dad Cause Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Olivia suddenly stood to her feet, she wiped her face with both hands. “His Will should be read after his burial. And before his burial, I want an autopsy carried out, I'm finding it hard to believe that he died just like that.” Fred had a slight frown on his face, he equally stood up trying to get Olivia's words under control. “No dear, that would bring a lot of drama. The doctors confirmed that my father had died of a heart attack, and I think it's fair if we also hold the burial in the next two days..” Fred suggested, his wife and daughter nodded in approval, they all turned to look at Olivia awaiting her response.

I laughed softly, “It’s fine. The first days were tough to admit that he’s gone. Now I’m feeling better with the help of Frank and mum.” Liv glances at Elvis who was also in the same room as us talking to dad’s friends in the industry. “And how about your good of a brother Elvis?” “I don’t know why every time something happens in our family, he always blames me. When he found out dad died and arrived in the hospital, he came right towards me and was about to hit me if Frank and the security didn’t stop him.” I answered as I take a long drink from my glass of dad’s favourite champagne.

The rest of my life is just full of problems. While I was feeding Elvia I heard that there were guests. Doctor Katty opened the door. She said that the guest was looking for me. "Dad, why are you here?" I was surprised. "Agatha, why didn't you tell Dad that Elvin was killed? I heard it from other people," asked my father. "Oh, that's why I don't want to worry you. I just don't want you to think," I answered. "And one more thing, why didn't you come when I asked you to come when I was sick at that time?" asked my father again.

he asked in a low tone, his gaze fixed on the spot where claw marks had dug in. Ophelia did not answer immediately. “Explain what happened here, Ophelia.” he said, his tone firmer this time. “Your father…died here.” she let out softly. Thick silence fell, and Evans fell to his knees. He dug his hands into the scarred earth, and the air around him shifted. He knew whatever happened here was not over. “They killed him,” Evans let out, his fists clenched over the soil in his hands. “He was killed, and this whole time I was lied to.”

"The real Alexander Blackwood. The patriarch." "The news said he died in a plane crash ten years ago." Evangeline moved closer, her eyes darting between the man in the tank and me. "They had a funeral. Closed casket. Elinor cried for three days on national television." "She didn't bury him." I traced the line of a tube running into the man's neck. "She harvested him. She kept the template alive." "Why?"

Elena placed her hands over her friend’s hands. “Cheryl, if I go back, I would go back seven years ago. I wouldn’t have met you. My dad would still be alive, he would be with my mum.” “what are you talking about?” “Cheryl, our dad died because of me. He was getting me my meds and had a car crash. He never made it home, if I hadn’t gotten better seven years ago, he would have still been alive. They would have been happy. My mum would have a life, I wouldn’t be so much of a liability to her.”

I walked towards her as her eyes flew open and she pouted, walking to meet my pace as she rushed into my arms. Wrapping my hands around her, confusion swamped my mind. “What is wrong?” Her words were muffled against my chest. “Susan…” Her voice croaked. My fingers clenched. “What did she do this time around” Elodie pulled away from my embrace. “Zack!” She choked a whisper. “She killed him. That witch killed him. Zack was never sick, she paid the doctor to kill him and she killed my dad as well,” Cold rage began to build inside of me as I wrapped my hands around her tightly. I was so done with everyone, from Darius, and Mae to Susan and everyone who made Elodie cry.

The summary for Elena Vance. The cause of death: Accidental. Sudden respiratory failure. The same vague, unshakeable word that had been used for my father. And then, my eyes drifted to the bottom of the page, to the section for the verifying official. There, in the same precise, elegant hand that had signed my father's report, was the signature. Elder Crowe.

Warren gritted his teeth and replied, "Dad, I meant he passed away. Iris dropped by earlier. I don't know what she told him, but he had a cerebral hemorrhage after that. I don't care how, but you must get her under control." Hearing that made Chester's smile turn sour right away. "Okay, I will send someone to go get her. If she really is responsible for this, I will not forgive her." After hanging up the phone, Warren walked to Evelyn and held her in his arms to comfort her. "Don't cry, Evie. We need to plan for Great-grandpa's funeral." Evelyn's tears blurred her sight. She looked at him and asked, "What happened to Great-grandpa? There's no way his brain hemorrhaged for no reason."