Novel & Cerita How Did Hiccup's Dad Died

She looked at me and speaks up," My father was the top businessman of Germany. His name is Adam Walker. Me, my dad and my mom Lily were living happily. But happiness never lasts too long. My uncle was a bad man. He used to spend his all time at club and drugs. Things turned worst when my dad decided to transfer all properties to my name. My uncle was against it. So he killed my parents. I still remembered that day my dad went to office but my uncle did something with his car and my dad end up met an accident. Me and my mom were at shopping mall then. Mom got phone from hospital that my dad was so serious. So we entered to lift but in middle the lift stop and my mom got hyper as she loved my

He let out a slight cough as she turned away frommthe group. Mom asked him if he was alright and he only nodded his head, clearly uncomfortable. “ Excuse me....” he said amidst coughing. Dad stood up from his seat, while my whole attention was on him as I noticed that he seemed very uncomfortable. But just as he stood up he suddenly fell to the ground. “Dad!” Dad's hands shot up to his throat as he gasped for air, and angry red hives began to blossom across his skin. Fear gripped me immediately and I didn't even know when I got to his side.

He could make you feel small with just a look, and that stupid smirk of his could annoy me so much. “He died unexpectedly.” I started. I hadn’t talked about my dad’s death in some time. Once I was pregnant, that took all the attention away from everything else. "Mom called me, telling me dad had died. He was sick and had pneumonia, but nothing really serious. Healthy people don’t die from having pneumonia.” “So what happened?" Cas asked, his thumb moving back and forth over my stomach.

It had sandwiches, burgers, pizza, fries and chocolates, a lot of chocolates. Both were hungry so they immediately dig in. In a few minutes, the food was all finished. "I am soo full." Scar laughed out rubbing her stomach. "It was so yummy." Lucas smiled on seeing her like this. But that smile was soon replaced by a sad one. "It was my dad...he was ....he had an attack ...." He stopped for a moment taking a deep breath. Scar stilled. She didn't expect this. He continued but this time looking out of the window, " A paralysis attack. I left because of my dad....."

We took Jace to another hospital later on, and from the X-ray, we were shown, that the hole in his heart got bigger due to the bad surgery the fake doctor had carried out on him. My dad was killed about a month later and dumped in front of our house. My mom followed two months after from heart failure. After much findings, I discovered that my mom's heart failure was hereditary, and Jace had unfortunately inherited it from her. After they were both buried, I moved to the room they once shared and while throwing out some of their stuff, I found my dad's old diary. "Strange" I thought then. I never knew my dad had kept a record of his life. I sat on the floor as I flipped through the pages hop

And it all circled back to Dad. I pulled my laptop from the duffel, the old sticker from La Isla Dorada peeling at the edges. Dad’s restaurant, his pride, his grave. Six years ago, he’d died of a heart attack, the doctors said: stress, overwork, the weight of a failing business. I was nineteen, home from community college, when Mamá called me to the hospital. His face was gray, his hand cold in mine as he whispered, “Take care of them, mija.” Then he was gone. The restaurant burned a month later, arson the cops couldn’t prove, and Frankie’s loan swallowed the ashes. We lost everything. But tonight, Mamá’s voice, shaky, urgent, hinted at more. For Dad, she’d said. What did she know?

she said again. The line went dead. I sat holding the phone in both hands, staring at the blank television screen, and let the silence expand around me until it filled every corner of the room. Harper did not say anything. She just reached over and put her hand over mine, the same way she had in the coffee shop two days ago, and held it there while I rebuilt my breathing from the ground up. My father. Fifty-eight years old. No prior cardiac history. A man who ran five miles every morning and had not missed a physical in twenty years. The doctors had called it sudden cardiac death, devastating and unpredictable, the kind that struck without warning, even in healthy men.

he said with a smile Dad coughed loud enough for us to hear and we quickly snapped out of our reverie. "Uhhmm! Dad said you will find out who drugged me" I said trying to clear the tension "I'm sorry to disappoint you but the man took his life" he said sadly "What?!! What did you just say? You mean he took his own life just so he won't answer your question?" her dad asked standing up "Yes" Chris mumbled an answer "Oh no! This is getting out of hands and I don't think the matter is as simple as it seems. A life was lost which means this is a big issue" Dad said pacing around

However, come sunrise, she was struck by a heart attack and died right then and there. My husband Chester and I, devastated by the loss, handled her funeral. That same night, Chester dreamt of Dad too. "Chester, it's been ages since I've had a bite to eat. I'm longing for your liver pâté and a shot of strong whiskey." He woke up, bought the best liver pâté he could find, popped open a bottle of single-malt whisky, and dashed to the graveyard. However, shortly after he got back, he was rushed to the ICU with liver failure and died three days later.

I trailed off, tears blurring my vision. Dad smiled at me, grabbing my hand with the little strength he had. "Your mother had been right, son. Music was really going to get me in trouble. I had no idea that those guys were going to poison my drink, I was so stupid." I saw red once he said that. His music buddies had poisoned his drink? Why, just why? What had dad ever done to them? That was the last statement Dad had made before he'd closed his eyes finally and gone forever.