Everleigh Dad Cause Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

The bits of it spread on the floor. Everleigh look at his father with her dead serious face. "Did he said something before he left? Because me, he told me he is leaving while we are at my school. And he told me that he will explain everything once he came back. I just got a one minute nap at my bed when suddenly he left without a word to me. He isn't answering my calls, and texts. Do you know something? Did something happened to him?! Just tell me!" Everleigh's breathing became heavy. She gripped her hands on the hem of her shirt. She gulped a couple of times to wet her dried throat.

"Your father was the Alpha of the southern corridor's neighboring territory at the time Kae. He would have known. He would have seen the signs, the movement, and timing. If he had gone to the Summit with what he knew it would have ended Vane's entire tenure before it reached the next vote." My father died six years ago. And the report said it was due to heart failure. I had buried him and grieved him and moved forward because that is what you do and that is what he would have wanted. He was fifty-three years old and had never been sick a day in his life. "Kae," Lucian said quietly. "Keep going," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt.

“She asked me to give you this. She has left Chicago. She will not attend the engagement, and she will not return here.” The first document Adrian pulled out was a death certificate. Elena’s father’s name was printed across the top. He had died late on December twenty-fourth from sudden cardiac arrest. Adrian stared at the page before looking through the hospital report and call records. Elena had called him more than a dozen times that night. He had answered only once. Her words came back to him. Her father had collapsed. The defibrillator was in the SUV. She had begged him to return. Adrian had told her Lucia could barely stand and accused her of using the emergency to force him into a cho

And Richard Hale has positioned himself as either your protector or your adversary, depending on which way the board fell. I need you to understand something about your father. Elena stopped. Her father had died when she was four. A car accident on a coastal road. She had a single photograph of him and almost no memory of his face that hadn’t been built from that photograph. She read on. Your father did not die in an accident, mija. He was killed. By a business decision he refused to make and a man he refused to do business with. The car was tampered with, and the investigation was closed before it reached anyone worth reaching, because the man who ordered it controlled the investigation.

"A lot has been happening." "We are all ears." Lisa muttered. "It started a year after father died." She whispered. If whatever was troubling her started that far back, then I was very bothered, because it was most probably a serious problem. Beulah's father died seven years ago, due to a cardiac arrest. We were still freshmen in college then, and it wasn't an easy year for her. It was worse because apparently, her father had made some wrong financial decisions and ended up losing his company. That was actually the reason for the cardiac arrest.

But Evie smiled a little, as though grateful I asked. Phew. "My beloved daughter was a poor, lost soul." More tears, but these seemed genuine. Her voice shook, hand setting aside her fork as she cleared her throat. "She had a lovely boy, but couldn't take care of him. Died from an overdose." Ouch. "I took him in, raised him like my own. But my beloved Alex..." The bracelet quivered in sympathy. "I'm sorry," I said, leaning forward to squeeze her hand. Evie squeezed back. "He was riding home on his bicycle, three years ago today. A car went through a red light." She shook her head, giant mound of red hair swaying. "My poor baby didn't stand a chance."