How Did Grace Die In Peaky Blinders นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Williams asked, sitting up straighter. "It's Griff," Grace sobbed. "He... he's gone, Williams. He just... he passed away. Just now. In his sleep." The words hit Williams like a physical blow. He stared at the phone, unable to process what he was hearing. "What?" he breathed. "No. No, that can't be right. We just saw him. We just had dinner together. He was fine." "I know," Grace cried. "I know. But he... the doctors said it could happen anytime. His body just... it gave out, Williams. He's gone."

It was from her personal number, and she had devastating news. In the early hours of the morning, Grace had been in a car accident and died on the spot. Joseph felt a sharp buzzing in his head. He never imagined that something so terrible could happen to Grace. His voice trembled. "How… What happened?" "She… She was driving drunk." "Drunk driving? I find that hard to believe. She's not the kind of person who would ever do that." "Joseph, I know how you feel about her, but I hope you can find the strength to get through this. I saw her as my own daughter, and now I have to lay her to rest. This is just as painful for me."

“A hunter did.” I held out the card. Grace read it without touching it. Her mouth tightened. Then she moved to the chair by the fire and sat down like her knees had finally remembered her age. I remained standing. If I sat, I might fall apart. “Was Lila’s baby really gone?” I asked. Grace looked at the fire. The flames popped softly, bright and domestic, completely inappropriate for the shape of the moment. “Yes,” she said. The room held still. Then she added, “But not dead.”

I am dead for sure. Another bullet hits me and the excruciating pain causes me to fall into the ground with a painful cry. Oh! God, I think this is how I really die. "Too bad, you were caught into this. See you in hell, Eva." A third bullet hits my chest and my vision starts to blur. A shriek is heard from the door and I look up just to see Gracie dropping on the floor with a bullet hole on her forehead. Quick footsteps are heard coming my way but breathing becomes harder and I just let go.

Kingsley and I exclaimed simultaneously, but Joyce was too close for me to intervene. A sharp pain surged from my heart, and in fear, I involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood. I squeezed my eyes shut, not daring to face the tragedy that followed. The air fell suddenly silent. A faint wolf howl rang out, and I slowly opened my eyes in disbelief. Grace had rushed over at some point, shielding my child with her body. The dagger had hit her directly in the heart from behind. Kingsley stood next to her, and at his feet, Joyce sat dazed and paralyzed on the ground, staring at the lifeless Grace, lost in her thoughts.

she said, her voice hushed, "there's something you need to know." "Spit it out, Grace. What the hell is it?" I demanded, my gaze fixed on her, a knot of unease tightening in my gut. For the first time all morning, Isabella momentarily faded from my thoughts, replaced by a sudden, cold dread. Why was my heart hammering like this? Grace's voice was barely a whisper. "Miss Isabella... something happened to her." then she gulped down hard, "Fatal accident..."

"What about Dad?" “He’s staying to fight,” I said. She gazed at me for a long moment. Then she went to pack. I was in my room doing likewise when Grace appeared in the doorway. In her hand was something, a letter, an envelope with her name on it written in Caelum’s handwriting. She extended it toward me but then decided against that and pressed it against her chest and looked at me with those clear eyes that saw everything. “He’s going to die, isn’t he,” she said. Not a question. And the fourteen year old line: She felt she was old enough to learn the real story.

Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence. Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle. She’s dead. Truly, finally dead. And for a moment, I can’t believe it. The crazy bitch is gone.

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.

She fell from her chair, her body convulsing on the floor. I stood there, watching her writhe, feeling no pity, no remorse. This was the woman who had tried to take everything from me. And now, she was paying the price. When I returned to the pack, I found Rhys waiting for me in the great hall. His expression was tense, but his anger had cooled. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice steady. I met his gaze, my own emotions carefully masked. "Grace is dead," I said simply. "She had a heart attack when I told her you were going to kill Sofia."