Grace Millane Autopsia Novels & Stories

“Ten seconds.” Grace opened her eyes. The red light blinked on. “Good evening,” the anchor began smoothly, turning to face the camera. “Tonight, we speak with Grace Hayes—businesswoman, shareholder in the Hayes Group, and daughter of the late executive Mara Lin, whose legacy has recently come under public scrutiny.” Grace inhaled once—slow, deliberate—and then spoke. “My mother was not late,” she said calmly. “She was silenced.” The words landed like a stone dropped into still water.

The door closed along with Grace's little daughter who was also struggling there, Grace who could only see through the small glass on the door with tears rolling down her cheeks again. "What are you thinking Grace, soon you will see Pricilla recover. Stop thinking about Marcel, who no longer loves you." Grace nodded after hearing the cry of her heart, which made her realize not to think too much about things that were only a debris of memories. Meanwhile, in the operating room, Marcel still had time to look at his little daughter, even touching the hand that was on the bed next to Marcel at this time. Finally, Marcel's consciousness was lost due to the anesthetic that made him sleepy slowly.

She regretted that she had made Grace give up on life. Meanwhile, Shane stood in the corner of the room. He looked at Grace from a distance. There were many tubes attached to her body. Not only was she overdosed, but also her lungs had been filled with a lot of water because she had drowned in the bathtub. Her condition this time was extremely critical. Shane squeezed her fingers very hard. His face looked very crumpled; his eyes looked blank. He didn't know how much pain Grace had been in or that she had chosen to end her life. He didn't know how much inner pressure Grace had endured.

She watched in dull silence as Ricky lifted the phone in his hand, showing her a picture of Grace smiling. "Grace died last night. Suicide they think." Ricky shrugged. "I ain't gonna pretend like she was a good person because she's dead." "No," Jess muttered. "Oh no."

"If you guys had anything to do with this, we'll call the police." "We have nothing to do with Davis, we only came here as we had agreed and when we approached Max's grave it was already empty, if you want you can ask the others, we were all surprised to see that. That's why we screamed, ”Daphne replied, tears streaming down her face. We all stare at each other with no idea what to do.

I remained silent and waited for her to continue. "Two years ago, I got divorced and moved back here with my daughter and son. When I got here, I came to visit you and your mom. Your stepfather answered the door and said that Lydia had died and that you were at school. I was shocked, because I didn't know about Lydia's passing." She gave me a sad look. "I'm really sorry. That must have been hard for you." "It was, thanks." I replied. Just then Marilyn entered the living room with two glasses of lemonade and a plate of cookies. Eloise and I thanked her and she went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

After they were done on call, Grace ended the call, and due to the amount of love she had for her brother, she decided to instruct one of the maids in Aloha Nelson Mansion to go take care of Elvis till he was fine. But first she has to be done for work. One hour later, Grace, a very tall, beautiful, and classic lady, stood at the front of the silvery mirror in the guest room she was still sleeping in. She was dressed in a white short-band beautiful feminine shirt, wore a very long black trouser, and was also wearing a very long suit on top of the shirt. It was a John suit; she also had her long hair combed, pouring to her back, and very simple make-up on her face, giving her a very perfect a

“Now, where was I? Ah, yes, remember one night in the CBD where you killed Luke Stanton. Why did you do that?” “Get off me,” “You still don’t get the message. I control your bodily functions. Now answer me. Why did you do that?” “I discovered something.” Grace hissed. “What was it? It must have been important that you felt the easy solution was his immediate death.” “Annie, mind your own business.” Grace has noticed movement just behind Annie. This gives her a moment’s strength to try and wiggle herself free. But it was still clear that the younger woman was more agile.

If I die that is the dress I wish to be buried in. "Please wait for the dresses to be packed and take them into the car," Grace said to the driver whose hands were already filled with bags holding shoes and bags after she swiped her black card. "I almost forgot about these beauties." She says as she picks up a mask and I slowly walk over to her side. "What are these for?" I ask.